He did his best to care for her.
Likewise, she did her best to care for him.
They were together for a while. Then, it was decided that he should go live at the boys' home. He needed more of a male influence. He needed more than the elderly foster mom could provide.
They were separated for a second time.
Soon, she was sent to live at the Deaf school. The social workers made every effort for visitation between all three of the children. As time went on, they saw one another approximately once every month or so.
The baby grew and so did the other two. They lived separately, but knew they were siblings. The social workers decided that the girl should be adopted separately from the boys due to her special needs.
In time (five years), the girl was adopted. He met her new parents and "approved" of her placement. He was happy for his sister and knew she needed a home. He knew she needed something different than they ( the boys) did.
It was about this time that he had had enough of his situation and struck out on his own…
…to find his sister, to be with her.
He wanted what she had, a forever family. He longed for a family of his own.
Of course, he could not just leave like that. He couldn’t just walk away from the home. So they took him back.
And he waited.
He was hoping for a family that lived closer to his sister. He just needed to be closer. He was hoping for a family that would agree to visits with her new family. He was hoping for love, stability, family, a true home.
He wanted to be able to make sure she was okay. He wanted to continue to take care of her - even from a distance.
A little over a year after she went to live with her new family, he (and the younger brother) met the woman that was to become their mom. They would indeed be living much closer to their sister. They would gain another brother. They would have a home.
Another new family was created.
Part three of this story will post on Wed. Oct. 20 2010