
I stared at my home one last time as I fluffed the pillows on the couch, anxiously waiting. My social worker was ten minutes late for my home study and my nerves were extremely frayed. I had so many worries and mixed thoughts. Was this a space that a child could call home? Did my home give a warm and inviting feel? I tucked in the kitchen chair when I saw her car come up the street. Smiling, I greeted her and proceeded to show her my ... read more



