Hello there.
I see you. Watching us. Yeah. I know.
I know that little boy just filled that tiny bag with three bags of complimentary Doritos and two waters.
I saw.
Yeah, it's selfish. And gluttonous. And probably rude.
But here is what you don't know. I don't know him. And I have no idea why one bag wasn't enough. Or what the two extras will do for him.
But at this point, I don't really care.
See, he just came to be with us. Literally. Today is our week anniversary.
He is still a mystery to us, with his quiet disposition that accepts whatever comes at him with grace and acceptance. He has just accepted that he will live with us for a while. And that the new bed we showed him to is actually his. And that the half of the dresser we put his few things in should feel like his. And that eating the weird dinners I make is safe and okay, even though his favorite food is tacos.
(Note to self- buy ground beef and make that kid some tacos).
So I don't really understand why one isn't enough. Or why he is afraid of the dark (actually I probably understand that a bit). Or why he calls Emily girl. Or why throwing away a half empty bottle of water from his sister caused such rage in his heart.
But I am here, standing in this gap for he and his family. Loving him and opening our home for him in the interim while we wait to see what happens next.
And while we do, if filling that bag with doritos he will never eat brings him peace, I say go ahead.
So please don't cast your judgement on my 'son'. You don't know the load his tiny little shoulders have been asked to bear.
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