the foster home worker, revealed the truth to us.Bobby, wanting to see his birth parents, insisted we take him to their mansion. When we arrived, his birth parents were visibly uncomfortable. Bobby asked, “Are you my mommy and daddy?” and confronted them about abandoning him. Realizing Bobby’s choice,
he turned to us, saying, “I want to stay with you.”NWe left, knowing Bobby had chosen us as his real family. Over time, he flourished, trusting us fully, and calling us “Mommy” and “Daddy” with pride. It reminded me that love, not biology, is what truly makes a family.