When I was 11 years old, through no fault of my own, I was place in foster care. I often felt like no one wanted me, and I worried I would never find a family who would love me. I didn’t know what to do, and I felt so lost. My social worker often came to visit me to check in and see how I was doing. I still vividly remember the day she came over to tell me there were three families interested in adopting me! She let me read all of their profiles and pick who I thought I would like. Two of the families were big and hots lots of children, and the third family, Robin, was a single woman with no kids. Robin was a preacher, and I told my social worker I liked her. The next time my social worker came to see me, she told me that Robin was still interested in adopting me! I was so happy and excited to meet her!