I Adopted a Homeless Woman’s 4-Year-Old Son – 14 Years Later, My Husband Revealed What the Boy Was ‘Hiding’

I took the Rules page and tore it cleanly in half. Once.

Then again.

Noah flinched. He stared at me in fear.

“Those rules don’t exist anymore, okay? You’re not in trouble, baby.

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” I gently placed my hand on his shoulder.

Then I pulled out something I’d grabbed last minute.

It was a fresh manila folder. I wrote on the tab in thick marker: PLANS.

I slid it toward him.

“This is what we’re doing now.”

Noah stared at it like it might bite.

I pulled out the printed pages recommending Noah for programs and the letter from the school counselor.

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