When
Mom was 75 and Dad was 82, they found themselves caring for a young, pregnant
woman who my nephew introduced as his girlfriend. A few months after the baby boy was born, the
unwed mother disappeared from our lives, leaving the little one with my parents.
They
contacted Child Protective Services and asked to foster the abandoned child but
as time went on, the baby’s future seemed unstable. My parents had fallen in love with the little
man and did not want to lose him to the foster system so they decided to adopt
him.
My
parents became parents for the sixth and last time. My little brother was almost two. Mom was 77
and Dad was 83.
On
his second birthday, we were all invited to his birthday party at Peter Piper
Pizza. The next youngest sibling had
just turned 40 and my oldest brother was in his late 50’s, so we invited some
of our grandchildren to the party so our Baby Bro would have playmates closer
to his age.
My
father passed away soon after the adoption and our older brother died a few
years ago. One day our youngest sister
will take over the care of our little brother, but he has the rest of us to
remind him of his parents, the mother and father who did not abandon him, our
parents who loved him so much they claimed him as their own and took
responsibility for him.
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