It wasn’t the first — or last — time I’d hear that somehow my foster children were lucky. Lucky to have landed in middle-class America and, in particular, with me and my husband and our son. Not only were they lucky but they should also recognize and appreciate just how lucky they were. But they knew — and I knew — that as children who had been torn from their biological families through absolutely no fault of their own, they were anything but lucky. They were not lucky to be living with uncertain futures, missing the only family they’d ever known.
In a loving foster family, but missing a home
Updated: Jun 13, 2019