I wheeled myself into the meeting room, already preparing for another version of the same conversation.
He introduced himself as Robert Miller.
Then he said something I wasn’t ready for.
He told me he knew about my grades, about the way I played guitar, about how I spoke up for other kids in the system. He spoke as if those things mattered. As if they were the reason he was there.
And then he said, simply, that he wanted to adopt me.
Not foster. Not try. Adopt.
