22 August 2026

I failed every home inspection and was told my place was never good enough…

Silence.
He fell asleep like he had found something he’d been looking for.

That was the first time I understood—this wasn’t about me being ready.

It was about me being there.

The inspections started two weeks later.

The caseworker—her name was Carol Jennings—had a way of walking into a room like she already knew what she was going to find. Clipboard in hand, pen ready, eyes scanning everything like she was assembling a case.

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