My Foster Son Never Spoke a Single Word – Until the Judge Asked Him One Question

So did the background checks; but when the binder arrived in the mail — thick and hopeful — I held it to my chest like a heartbeat.

“All you need to do now… is wait,” I told myself in the mirror. “Your little one will come, Sylvie.”

So when they called and asked if I could foster the boy nobody wanted, I said yes without a second thought.

Little Alan arrived with one small backpack and the kind of eyes that made people uncomfortable.

He didn’t cry or flinch. He just stood in the doorway, staring like he was cataloging the exits.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, holding out my hand. “Hi, Alan.

I’m Sylvie.”

He didn’t take it. He just walked past me and sat down on the edge of the couch. I offered him hot cocoa and cookies.

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