The Foster Child My Family Took in Came to Me and Begged Me to Find His Biological Family — Story of the Day

I never expected my quiet life to turn upside down, but then a child arrived at our home, changing everything. He wasn’t meant to stay, yet I saw the bond growing. When the time came to let him go, I had to act. Could I help him find where he truly belonged before it was too late?

Who would have thought that at my age, I could still find trouble to get myself into? You would think I had seen enough in my lifetime to know better, but life has a funny way of surprising you.

Of course, like any self-respecting woman, I will not tell you my age, but know that I have lived long enough to recognize when something isn’t quite right.

I lived with my son, Earl, and his wife, Meredith. They insisted it would be easier this way, though I sometimes wondered if it was for my benefit or theirs.

Earl and Meredith had no children. It wasn’t for lack of wanting—anyone with eyes could see they longed for a child.

But something always held them back, some quiet fear they never spoke of. I never pried. Some things you have to let people work out on their own.

Lately, though, I had noticed the distance between them growing, like a crack in the foundation of a house.

They still loved each other, that much was clear, but love isn’t always enough to hold two people together.

Then, one night, Earl and Meredith stepped inside, but they were not alone.

Between them stood a boy, no older than ten, his small frame stiff, his eyes darting around like he wasn’t sure if he was welcome.

“Mrs. Grace, meet Ben. He will be living with us,” Meredith said, her voice softer than usual, almost careful.

Earl rested his hand on the boy’s shoulder, though the gesture did little to comfort him.

Ben barely looked at me. He gave a quick nod, his lips pressed into a thin line. Not a single word.

“Come on, I’ll show you your room,” Earl said, leading him away.

I watched them disappear down the hall, my mind scrambling for an explanation. A child? Just like that?

For one ridiculous moment, I even thought they had stolen him. It wouldn’t have been the first time those two found themselves tangled in trouble.

When they were younger, I had to keep a steady supply of calming tea just to deal with their wild ideas.

“Care to explain what’s going on?” I asked Meredith, folding my arms.

She glanced toward the hall, lowering her voice. “Let’s go to the kitchen. We can talk there.”

We sat at the table, and after a deep breath, Meredith told me everything. She and Earl had met Ben in the park.

He had run away from social services, and after they turned him in, Meredith had a thought—a bold one.

“He seemed like a sweet boy,” she said, her hands wrapped around her coffee cup. “We could foster him, just until he finds a permanent home. It would be good for all of us.”

“Don’t you think this is wrong?” I asked, folding my hands on the table.

Meredith tilted her head. “Wrong? How?”

“What if he grows attached?” I pressed. “What if he starts thinking of you as his parents? Then you send him away to strangers?”

She let out a breath. “He was already in foster care. He would have gone to another family anyway. At least with us, he’s safe.”

“Safe for now,” I said. “But what happens when it’s time to let him go?”

Meredith hesitated. “Earl felt the same way. He didn’t want to do this, but I told him it was the right thing.”

She had an answer for everything. I could argue, but the decision had already been made. Sometimes, you just have to let things unfold.

Ben changed our lives in ways I never expected. We started spending more time together, not just as individuals living under one roof, but as a family.

Earl, who once buried himself in work, now hurried home every evening. He wanted to be there—to help, to listen, to be present.

I watched as the stress and distance between him and Meredith faded. They laughed more.

They spoke with warmth. They became the couple they used to be before life got in the way.

Meredith blossomed in her role as a mother. She gave Ben all her attention, helping him with schoolwork, making sure he had everything he needed. She no longer looked lost in her thoughts. She had purpose.

I grew fond of the boy too. He was curious, full of questions, always eager to hear my stories.

“What was Earl like as a kid?” he’d ask, wide-eyed. I’d chuckle and tell him the truth—Earl was trouble from the start.

I began to wonder if they would adopt Ben. But it was not my place to ask.

Then, one evening, Earl walked through the door. His face was serious. Something was wrong.

“What happened?” I asked, watching Earl set his briefcase down.

“A family has been found for Ben,” Earl said. “They want to adopt him.”

Meredith’s hands froze on the dish she was drying. She blinked, then forced a smile. “That’s wonderful. He will finally have a real family.” Her voice wavered.

I looked between them. “You’re just going to give him away?”

Earl rubbed his temples. “That was the plan. I was against this from the start. Meredith convinced me. But the deal was always temporary. We don’t have time for a child right now.”

I folded my arms. “You managed these past few months.”

“We had help,” Earl said, glancing at me. “And even with that, it was hard. We barely managed.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but then I heard it—soft footsteps on the stairs. Ben stood in the doorway, his small frame rigid. His hands curled into fists.

“You’re lying,” I said, my voice low. I looked at Earl and Meredith. “You need this boy just as much as he needs you, if not more.”

Ben’s face crumpled. He turned and bolted up the stairs. I didn’t say another word. I just shook my head and went to my room.

That night, I barely slept. The house was too quiet. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

Then, just before dawn, I heard something—soft shuffling in the hallway. I got up, but the hallway was empty. Then, the front door clicked shut.

I hurried downstairs and stepped outside. A small figure was walking down the road, a backpack slung over his shoulders.

“And where do you think you’re going, young man?” I called.

Ben spun around, eyes wide. “Oh, Mrs. Grace! What are you doing here?”

I narrowed my eyes. “What are you doing here?”

“I want to find my real family,” he muttered. “If Earl and Meredith don’t want me, I’ll find someone who does. Social services must have records about them, but they never let me see them.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

Ben shrugged.

I sighed. “Come on. I’ll help you.”

His eyes lit up. “Really?”

I nodded. “Everyone deserves a family.”

We arrived at the social services office, standing in front of the tall glass doors. The building looked cold, unfriendly. Ben shifted on his feet, glancing up at me.

“How are you going to get to the records?” I asked, lowering my voice.

Ben looked around, biting his lip. “Maybe you could distract the guard?” His voice was hopeful, but there was hesitation in his eyes.

I sighed. “Fine,” I said. “But you’d better be quick.”

Ben nodded. We pushed through the doors and stepped inside. The place smelled like old paper and disinfectant.

Ben gave me one last look before hurrying toward the hallway leading to the archives.

I squared my shoulders and marched toward the security office. I knocked on the door. A young guard opened it, looking me up and down.

“Yes?” he asked.

Time to turn on the frail old lady act.

“Oh, dear,” I said, clutching my chest. “I think I’m lost. My legs hurt so much. I don’t know what happened. I was walking… just walking… and then I forgot where I was going.” My voice trembled.

The guard’s brows knitted together. “Do you need to sit down?”

“Oh, yes, yes, dear, that would be lovely,” I said, stepping inside.

He pulled out a chair. I eased into it, sighing dramatically. I darted a quick glance at the monitors on his desk. One of them showed the hallway where Ben had disappeared.

“Can I call someone for you?” the guard asked.

“Yes! My son!” I gasped, pressing my hands to my face. “His number is… 757…” I hesitated. “Or was it 727?”

The guard frowned. “So which one is correct?”

“Oh, dear, let me think.” I furrowed my brow. “Maybe it was 767 123? Or… no! 767 345?”

The guard sighed heavily and reached for the phone. “I’ll just call the police.”

“Oh, dear, thank you so much,” I said, placing a shaky hand on my chest.

I kept one eye on the monitor. Ben appeared in the hallway, slipping out of the archives. He looked at the camera and gave me a thumbs-up.

I sprang to my feet. “Oh, I feel much better now! I’ll just be going.”

The guard gave me a suspicious look. I shuffled toward the door.

Ben ran up to me as soon as I stepped into the lobby. “Let’s get out of here before he figures it out,” I said.

We made it to the exit, but then we heard it.

“Hey!” the guard called.

I froze. My heart pounded. We were caught.

He walked up to us, his expression unreadable.

“You forgot your purse,” he said, holding it out.

“Oh!” I let out a relieved laugh. “Thank you, dear.”

Ben and I pushed through the doors and rushed to the street. A cab was pulling up. We jumped in.

“Drive, please,” I said, closing the door quickly.

Through the window, the guard suddenly pointed at us.

“Hey! That kid stole something from the archives!”

The driver pulled off before anyone could stop us. Ben and I waved at the guard as we disappeared down the road.

Once we were a safe distance away, I turned to Ben. “Did you find your parents’ names?”

Ben clutched the papers in his lap. “I haven’t worked up the courage to look yet,” he admitted.

I nodded. “You’ll know when you’re ready.”

When we got home, police cars were parked outside.

Ben’s face paled. “They want to send me away, don’t they? Straight to the police?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “Let’s go find out.”

Before I could stop him, Ben took off running.

“Meredith! Earl!” I shouted. They rushed after him.

By the time I caught up, they were standing in the yard. Ben hid the papers behind his back, looking small and scared.

“Where were you?” Meredith asked.

“We were so worried,” Earl said.

“I don’t want to go to the police! I don’t want a new family!” Ben shouted.

Earl frowned. “How do you know?”

“I overheard,” Ben admitted.

Meredith reached for Earl’s hand. “After they told us they found a new family for you, we realized something.”

Earl nodded. “We want you to stay with us.”

Ben’s face lit up. “Really?”

“Yes,” Meredith said.

Ben’s grip on the papers loosened. He dropped them, throwing his arms around Earl and Meredith instead.

I stood back, watching them, my heart swelling with happiness.

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