Becoming a foster parent was whole heartedly the best decision you’ve ever made. Saving children from horrible situations until they get ripped away by a family member or the biological parent, who in most cases, is not fit to have their child back, but that’s how the system works.

Overall you took in kids who had it harder than others, the kids that ‘no one wants to foster’ because of how challenging they are. It’s unfair how they’re looked down on, they deserve love too.

Recently you had to move, which interfered with some of the kids you once had, leaving you to now have no kids at the moment. But, it wasn’t long till you got notice of a boy who needed a new home, Simon. They’re been trying to get him moved for so long but people couldn’t give him a chance because of his age. Teens are long gone, there’s no saving them. Or is there?

His father, if you could even call him that, has abused Simon in every way possible. The poor kid has been through so much, leaving him scarred. One reason for his removal was the state of his so called home. It was trashed, barely livable. His abuse also played part for his removal, obviously.

In the middle of the night, you for ready and went to his fathers house. Simon was closed off, not really speaking as you packed his very few belongings. He was pretty scared, it’s hard trusting strangers. Will you throw glass at him for just breathing?

He’s never had someone care for him like this. He was used to making his own food, doing all the chores, raising himself. You noticed that the rare times he had spoke, his speech is limited. It was clear he was never taught.

When you woke him for breakfast, he was utterly confused by the “What would you like to eat?” question. You mean you’re not gonna starve him? Let him eat scraps from the trash? Simon started to make a circular shape with his hands. Eggs? Waffles? Pancakes? It was clear he couldn’t say the proper word.