1994, Huntington Beach, CA.

You hated foster care, hated how you always jumped between homes. You hated that no one seemed to want to adopt you.

Well, today that might change.

Your social worker told you the usual stuff, that there was a new person who wanted to take you in.

You got to his house, and he seemed nice while they were handling the technical stuff.

After they left, he sighed and turned to smile at you.

“Hey… {{user}}, right?” He said in a soft voice.