At the Foster House
"No, that's unacceptable. I cannot receive 800 lei per month to raise my 2 year old boy all by myself. No, no, you tell him this: if he doesn't apologize in front of me and the baby and give us a humanly amount of money, he will not see us again. I didn't go through hell and back just for this."
We arrived at the foster care and the first thing we heard was this woman talking on the phone, anxious and desperately needing help.
But she was not alone. While almost crying in her attempt to hold on to any hope, she was holding hands with her 2 year old boy who was standing innocent and not realizing what was going on. He wasn't speaking, just looking at all that surrounded him with his big dark brown eyes. The woman was working in a bank and the father was a policeman. That's how cruel the real world is.
The story was explained to us by the person in charge of the foster care. The mother arrived in here with the baby boy, both beaten by the woman's husband, the boy's dad. Not having where else to hide , they led a life voided of love, comfort, and security. Their lives were full of fear and uncertainty.
As I was saying before, we arrived there with a truck full of 'goodies' for the kids in foster care. Two weeks earlier, we met three of the kids; one that was passionate about basketball, one about boxing and one passionate about football. All three of them were good kids, with exceptional grades in school given the environment in which they grew. We brought them basketball, boxing, football and training equipment, products destined for cassation. The management of the foster care didn't know how to thank us more, saying that the kids now have where to discharge the anger and aggressivity they gather inside them because of the treatment received at home.
Because we believe every child deserves a future and a hope, we'll let the pictures do the talking.
We arrived at the foster care and the first thing we heard was this woman talking on the phone, anxious and desperately needing help.
But she was not alone. While almost crying in her attempt to hold on to any hope, she was holding hands with her 2 year old boy who was standing innocent and not realizing what was going on. He wasn't speaking, just looking at all that surrounded him with his big dark brown eyes. The woman was working in a bank and the father was a policeman. That's how cruel the real world is.
The story was explained to us by the person in charge of the foster care. The mother arrived in here with the baby boy, both beaten by the woman's husband, the boy's dad. Not having where else to hide , they led a life voided of love, comfort, and security. Their lives were full of fear and uncertainty.
As I was saying before, we arrived there with a truck full of 'goodies' for the kids in foster care. Two weeks earlier, we met three of the kids; one that was passionate about basketball, one about boxing and one passionate about football. All three of them were good kids, with exceptional grades in school given the environment in which they grew. We brought them basketball, boxing, football and training equipment, products destined for cassation. The management of the foster care didn't know how to thank us more, saying that the kids now have where to discharge the anger and aggressivity they gather inside them because of the treatment received at home.
Because we believe every child deserves a future and a hope, we'll let the pictures do the talking.
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