by Helping Hand Home
If you had told me a year ago this would be my life, there is no way I would have believed it. Enemies turned family. Strangers turned sons. Promises turned reality. Life can be so crazy. And so beautiful. Through it all, I think I’ve learned something. Maybe, for...
by Helping Hand Home
“I, too, worked to adjust to my new role as a mom of four, which included sleeping in two-hour increments, researching minivans at 4 a.m. and searching constantly for my keys, which were invariably still in the front door where I had left them the night before....
by Helping Hand Home
“She arrived on a Friday night wearing a polka-dot party dress that was two sizes too big, her hair just washed in a bathroom sink by the CPS caseworker who had been watching her for six hours as calls went out to see if any foster homes could take her. The...
by Helping Hand Home
“Over Sonic milkshakes and swimming pool visits, we’d plan out fishing trips and talk about our hopes for the future. Because he had moved around so much, he was behind in school and took multiple pills a day for ailments he couldn’t name. Sometimes, he said,...
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