[A follow-up to An Unfamiliar, Scary Place]
When
I walked onto the grounds of the residential facility, I saw Ethan* far in the
distance, in between the trees, swinging a stick back and forth. The reports I had been getting from his
therapist the past two weeks were that he had been failing in school and
leaving the building every afternoon, decidedly unwilling to complete any of
his assignments. His therapist
also said he has the lowest self esteem of any of the kids she is working with.
I
met Ethan’s therapist on the walk into the nearest cottage. After ten minutes, Chris and Cat*
joined us. We hugged, excited for
what the day meant. We sat down,
swapping stories from the afternoon.
I pulled out my folder and took out a single paper, “Intent to Adopt”
written at the top.