Desperate Voicemails
My phone buzzed with voicemails from my so-called parents. “We were desperate,” Susan’s tearful voice pleaded in one message. But sympathy was hard to summon for voices grasping at strings that no longer existed. I was done with their manipulation and their tangled web of lies. They had stirred up a storm, but I refused to get caught in it again. Calmly, I deleted each message, a growing sense of detachment settling over me.
Desperate Voicemails
Foster Parents’ Pride
Meanwhile, Mike and Elaine welcomed me with open arms. “We’re so proud of you,” Mike said, his eyes shining with genuine pride. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders—a freedom I hadn’t known in years. They understood the fight we’d endured and the victory we’d achieved. At last, the chains of my past faded into distant, forgotten memories. Being with them felt like home, far away from the shadows Brad and Susan had tried to cast over my life.
Foster Parents’ Pride
