Foster mother Helen had seen dozens of kids find new families and leave her house with happy faces. It brought a feeling of fulfillment to her heart. But one boy who came to her wasn’t finding his new path, and Helen realized she would need to find a way to help him.
Helen had worked as a foster mother for over ten years, a role that had filled her life with moments of both joy and heartbreak.
She remembered the dozens of children she’d cared for, each one bringing their own story, each journeying toward a fresh start in a new family.
This part—helping them find their way—was the most fulfilling to Helen.
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She had a deep-seated belief that every child deserved happiness, and she held onto that dream, even when reality didn’t always cooperate.
But not every child found a permanent home right away. Some children, for reasons Helen often couldn’t fathom, moved from one foster home to another, never quite settling, never quite finding that elusive “forever family.”
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One of these children was Mark, a twelve-year-old boy with a look of quiet sadness that rarely lifted.