But I couldn’t forget them.
I started visiting.
First weekly.
Then twice a week.
Eventually, I called Raymond.
“I want to adopt them.”
I expected him to tell me I was being impulsive.
Instead, he answered immediately.
“Then let’s figure out how.”
Raymond helped with every form. He attended meetings, drove me to court, and told me to list him as part of my support system.
When I asked whether he wanted a life of his own, he simply smiled.
“This is my life.”
Months later, a judge approved the
