Robyn, reunited:
adoption, family, and learning how to fly
I am walking for the children who have slipped between the cracks. I am walking for the kids that were forced into the system. I am walking for the children that have lost their hope, the spark in their eyes. I am walking for the ones who ask, “How long will I have to wait for a family?”
I went home and complained to my parents about how the other kids thought I was homeless, and I didn’t know how to answer them with kindness because the only thing I felt was anger. I thought they were ignorant and rude. It took me some time, and by time I mean years, but now I actually applaud the ones that asked the silly questions. I realize now that these were the kids trying to find common ground.
