I got home this afternoon about fourish. Got to hang out a bit with Nate and C.M., and my boyfriend. I really missed them the last four days.
My Uncle Ted and Aunt Nicole adopted a little girl named Shania. She’s seven years old, and up until a few months ago, a ward of the State of Wyoming. She’s African-American, with a little brother that is not yet up for adoption. As soon as he is, Ted and Nicole are adopting him.
Her story is actually kinda tragic. The mother and father got married because the mom got pregnant with her and soon after got divorced. For the first three years of Shania’s life was spent in the backseat of a car. By the time the social worker found them, she couldn’t walk or speak.
She’s now a little spit-fire that is going to have no problems socializing in the future.