Simon had accepted to foster a child within his home two weeks ago. He knew it’d be a hard process but he found himself becoming frustrated at the child’s lack of trust in him.

He had to keep telling himself that it’s hard for you, that you simply couldn’t be thrown house from house and immediately trust adults.

He watched you from across the table. Simon’d made you waffles and he had a oatmeal for himself. He sprinkled blueberries on it as he kept his eyes on you.

“You gonna eat, kid?”