A Quickie

That night in New York when I became emotional before Mary Badham because everything seemed perfect just as it was and I knew I was meant to be where I was. Well, it happened again at the Foster Carer Information Night. I was sitting there holding back tears because I felt that it was right. I understood why I wasn’t meant to be a birth mother. My skill set is designed to heal. Foster kids need support, more than the average bear. That’s what I’ve done my whole life; that’s who I am. And so … The story continues. 

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