“I don’t think so.” I turned back toward her. “This boy has essentially been alone his whole life. Even when he was with his mother, he was never really cared for. This old woman was the only friend he had. He could never count on even his mother or anyone else to love him without expectations or even be there for him on a consistent basis. His mother didn’t even feed him regularly. The old lady up the hall took better care of him than his own family.
“Now he is expected to share his life with other kids he does not know, who pick on him and compete for the sparse attention of the foster parents. There are too many kids in that home. None of them gets the attention they need, and they all have to need more than the average child after what they have been through. He is expected to mold hi
