But there was a condition attached to her will: the funds would only be released if I became a registered foster parent. I sat there in shock. Even after death, she was still guiding me, still trying to teach me how to give back the love I had refused.
I’ve started the foster parent application, though it scares me. Not the responsibility, but the possibility that a child might look at me the way I once looked at her—cold and distant. Maybe that was her final lesson: real love asks for nothing in return. And for the first time in my life, I finally feel ready to learn it.
