The next day, Hunter was sitting his room. He was one of the only kids that had their own room, because of his multitude of conditions that he couldn’t control.
He was sitting there thinking about what the nurse had said; He remembered what he had overheard and that there were new visitors in the orphanage looking to adopt. They were looking for a young child to raise; He was a possible foster candidate or adoption candidate for once.
He realized something else; He was scared; He liked being in the same place with the same people every day, but he knew someday he would leave. Knowing this, he went to meet these families.
They were looking only at the babies through the 5 year old children. Most of the families looked at the more active children and ignored Hunter completely, because he frightened them.
All of the children that were older than 5 had already been sent to foster homes or adopted at this point. The young ones were the only ones left and it looked to Hunter like all the others would be taken before him; He was scared.
All of the other children, like Hunter feared, were adopted that day by these families. The nurse and the owner of the orphanage became worried for the child. He was only 3 years old after all. They couldn’t leave him in a foster home that didn’t want him.
The owner came to visit the child; He wanted to reassure the boy that they would find a place he could stay.
Hunter was in his room, wondering if cutting would be an escape, when the owner came in to speak with him. He had spoken to the man once before when his self-harm had gotten worse than the orphanage could handle. He had been sent to a hospital and agreed to be better, because he didn’t want to go back.
The owner walked into the room with the child to talk to him.
“Son, is everything alright?”
“Yes. Should I be worried? No one seems to want me.”
“We’ll find you a place to stay. I don’t know where yet.”
“Sorry I’ve been such a trouble to you and the nurse.”
“You haven’t. One of us might have to be the one to look after you. Would you like that?”
“Yeah. I know you and her. I don’t know anyone else well.”
“I’ll talk to the nurse and we’ll see. We’ll find a place for you to stay kid. A 3 year old child isn’t being put in a broken foster system.”
“Thanks sir.”
“Anytime. I started in this line of work for a reason. I’ll see you tomorrow. It’ll give me time to speak with Ms. Everett. Good night Hunter.”
“Good night sir.”
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