The words “foster care” floated around the house. That idea terrified me. I thought I was going to be sent away forever.
But Grandma saved me.
I thought I was going
to be sent away forever.
Sixty-five years old, tired, already dealing with a bad back and knees, she strode into the living room where all the adults were whispering about my fate and slammed her hand down on the coffee table.
“He’s coming with me. End of story.”
Grandma became my whole world from that minute on.
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