17/11/2025
Mister, I miss my sisters,” my youngest said that first night. My name’s Marcus, and I grew up in foster care. I still remember the night they split me from my little brother, Aaron. That sound of him crying through the wall never left me. I promised myself that if I ever got the chance, no kid would go through that again. Years later, I became a foster parent. The first children who came were three brothers—Jayden, Malik, and Noah. They were polite, quiet, and scared to unpack. Then I found out they had two sisters, Ava and Chloe, living in different homes across town. That same night, Jayden looked up and said those words: “Mister, I miss my sisters.” I started calling everyone I could—social workers, agencies, judges. I begged until all five kids could live under one roof. The day they walked through my door together, the house finally sounded like home. When the adoption became official, all five stood beside me in court. I looked at them, and I told them, “You’ll never be apart again.” ❤️
