Memory 69
I loved fostering children. We knew we could never have ours of our own and adoption, although an option, was something we never talked about. Fostering felt more natural. Kids bobbing in and out. You hoped we could help them all. I hoped so too. We had an odd collection of children. Each unique, but all had a common thread of living with us. Some stayed for years and others a few weeks. Many still rang our phone or visited. Others we never heard from again. Stalking online and a house full of noise, a life that was beyond anything fabricated from my wildest dreams.
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RomanceThis is a story I wanted to write and fill with pure love. I do not want to tell a controversial tale, just a simple story. No lace or fancy trims. A story of two people and some side characters. A story of two men who would have only ever met by ch...
