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I've never been so proud of my mom.

She works at a private school, designed for children who struggle with reading and writing.
I never thought much of it, because I never experienced illiteracy myself.
But then, yesterday, she was talking to my aunt about this little boy.
He's six, and adopted.
When he was a week old, his mother overdosed.
No one knows his father...
So immediately, he was placed in foster care.
For the first three years of his life, he was abused...
mentally, physically, and emotionally
by the only "parents" he'd ever known
all until a young-lady stopped by and found him
locked away in his room
no teeth
never knowing a doctor.
He was taken away from the foster family
and adopted by two loving mothers.
His new moms gave him all the support in the world.
They got him counsellors.
And eventually, they ended up at my mother's school.
On Thursday, my mom had her first conference with the family.
And the entire room was brought to tears.
The little boy spent an entire day with his grandfather for the first time...
and when he was asked about the day he said
"Grandpa has a cane, but he can still fight off the bad guys."
This little boy is so absolutely terrified that one day
the outpouring of love will stop
and the beating will start again
the mean words.
To some of us, school is teaching the word "cat"
but to this little boy it's a reason for his mommies to be proud.
It's that feeling in his heart that things are different now
and he's finally
safe.

 

Yesterday,
I got the news that my mother's coworker's son
got his heart transplant, && it was successful.
It was the best news I've received in my fourteen years.
Congratulations Andrew
♥