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

I had no right saying that to him.

I was working full-time, volunteering at the center, and putting myself through college while barely making rent.

I was 20 years old, for crying out loud!

I wasn’t ready to look after a kid.

I could barely look after myself.

But I fought for Noah anyway.

Paperwork, home studies, background checks.

Three-quarters of my meals were Ramen.

I cried in the shower nearly every evening because I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing or ruining both our lives.

I adopted him when he was five.

Noah never asked for toys and never complained about hand-me-downs. He helped with chores without being asked.

At ten, I found him patching his sneakers with duct tape because the sole was coming off.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were falling apart?” I asked.

He looked genuinely confused. “They still work.”

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