“Yes,” she nodded. “You’re all going.”
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When I finally parked the car in front of the house, I walked Marcus inside to show him the workshop-turned-bedroom. He stood in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at the bunk beds.
“Are these our beds?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“We didn’t ask you to build them.”
I sat down on the edge of the lower mattress. “That’s true. But I wanted to.”
“Why?”
“So you can finally stop being the adult around here. You still get to look out for your brothers and sisters as their big brother. But you don’t have to carry the weight of the world anymore. That’s my job now.”
There is no point in telling you that the first night was chaotic. The little ones started crying in the middle of the night and wouldn’t tell me why, although I knew they were scared and not used to their new home. Of course it took them time to get used to me and their new life. And it took me time, too. It was way harder than I imagined it could be, but over time, we learned how to cope.
My sister stepped in whenever she could, and I got help from other family members who once called me a fool but now got to love the kids.
The adoption was finalized some six months later and people ask me if I regret the decision because according to many, I ruined my life for doing such a thing, but I never regretted taking the kids in, not even for a single second.
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