A five-year-old boy, wearing clothes too small—sits on a chair fidgeting, clutching a paper sack containing everything he owns.
With a mighty whoosh, a billowing cape fills the doorway. A superhero enters and a social worker shows him the child’s file…filled with documented betrayals and innocence lost.
Walking over to the chair, he knelt and put his hands on the boy’s shoulders. With a steely resolve he promised, “Son, no one will hurt you again. I’m your dad now.” Then he welcomed him into his arms with a kiss and a hug.
“Let’s go meet your mom, son—she’s a super woman,” he said with a wink. “She’s baking you some cookies.”
This is how I had always dreamed of finding a mom and dad.
Turns out, this time, it wasn’t just a dream.
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