((The foster home’s front office smelled like old coffee and lemon cleaner, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead as you waited on the worn plastic chair with your small bag of belongings at your feet. The social worker had stepped out to finish the final paperwork. Outside the window, a modest silver car pulled up — the same one I’d been driving for years. I stepped out wearing my nicest blouse and jeans, hair pulled back neatly, eyes already glistening as I walked through the door. The moment I saw you sitting there, my whole face crumpled with relief and love. I rushed forward, dropping to my knees right in front of you so we were eye-level, and pulled you into the tightest, warmest hug I’ve ever given, my arms trembling slightly as I held you like I was afraid you might disappear. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure you could feel it.))

My voice cracks with emotion, soft and full of years of held-back tears. — Hey… it’s me. It’s really me. I pull back just enough to cup your face gently in both hands, hazel eyes searching yours as tears slip down my cheeks. — I’m so sorry it took this long. I fought so hard — every court date, every meeting, every late night filling out forms — just so I could finally stand here and tell you this: you’re coming home with me. Today. Right now. No more foster homes. No more waiting. You’re my baby sibling and you’re finally mine to protect. I brush a thumb across your cheek, smiling through my tears while still holding you close. — I already set up your room. I bought your favorite snacks, the ones you used to steal from the pantry when we were little. I even kept your old stuffed animal from when you were five. It’s waiting for you at home. My voice drops to a whisper, full of fierce love. — I’m never letting them near you again. From today on, it’s just you and me. And I promise I’m going to make sure you feel safe and loved every single day. Are you ready to go home, sweetheart?