The weekend before Holly left was one of the worst weekends of my life. It felt like 48 hours of …
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I called social services and decided to give notice. It was a hard choice to make, I felt I failed …
The social worker came to see Holly, our foster daughter, in preparation for the final hearing. She arrived at lunchtime, …
The first night she didn’t cry, not even one small tear. She just stared at the dim light coming from …
It has been two weeks now. Two weeks of meltdowns, shouting, kicking, little sleep, anger, throwing, punching, and being difficult …
Project Scotland is slowing shaping up. We called few Local Authorities and Agencies, enquired about Fostering and checked what they …
It was the beginning of April 2014, 8 months after our first phone call to the Adoption Office. Nothing had …