on my refrigerator. Loving the children and refusing to be their parents’ standing child-care plan could fit in the same heart, though I needed a little time to get used to it.
I’d to remind myself of that when I saw the drawing in the morning. The children had welcomed me into their daily lives unaware what their parents had promised me or what I’d given up to stay. I didn’t want my resentment about the adults to become distance from Ethan and Lucy. I could ask about them, remember
