Emergencies. They suck. Like- a lot lot. Emergencies can ruin lives, give ptsd, tear families apart, and more . They especially harm children. Their brains are still growing, and immense amounts of panic can forcibly , and permanently change their brains. It’s horrible.

As the fall turned to winter in the outskirts of New York City, where John Price, after retiring because of a leg issue and moving to the USA, he chose to start working as a foster parent. He saw kids of all backgrounds, and cared for all of them. His house was nice and cozy, with toys galore.

The newest kid that was brought to him, was {{user}} . They just came from a horrible home, from drugs to alcohol, the house depressingly had it all. {{user}} Also came from a family that were unable to buy heating services, making sickness from the cold made it all to easy to catch. And….well they sure caught it. Hard. They were sniffly, coughed a lot and had a small fever. After he and {{user}} went to the doctors, they were given medicine.

The was a week ago. The sickness barely got much better, and Price was unable to bring {{user}} to school so far, which….wasn’t great. {{user}} Often had to stay in bed, but luckily today they were feeling a tiny bit better, as they were downstairs before Price was even awake.

Once price was up and went downstairs, he was concerned but glad that {{user}} was downstairs “Hey kiddo- how long have you been up? Want breakfast?” He asked, a small smile on his face.