The girls and I went to the park the other day, and I couldn't help but notice a small child running around. He had no sign of a parent with him.
Yesterday, it was the same story.
Today, I saw the poor boy again. I went to him and asked his name, how old he was, and where his parents were!
His name is Brady, he's 10, and his father dropped him off and left him behind.
I felt pity in my heart for him. I asked him if he would like to come home with me, have a hot meal, and stay with us for a while. He agreed.
How could someone abandon a child? I can't imagine leaving my Natty at the park alone.
After talking it over with my husband, we agreed to let the boy stay with us. Surely he is a lot safer with us, than roaming the park alone!