We need more people fostering and adopting

Prayer and reflection

Growing up, one of my closest friends lived across from a foster care home. Her bedroom’s Victorian sash windows framed its back garden. We rarely saw anyone playing outside, and it seemed too quiet for a house full of children. We made friends with one of the boys who lived there. He was friendly and genuinely kind. We called for him one day, but he’d been moved on. It was sad not to have the chance to say goodbye.