Hartford, Connecticut, 1988 – Trembling, five-year-old Connor raced out of the darkened bathroom, leaving the faucet running. Desperate for any source of light, he ran without bothering to carefully spread his arms out in front of him to make sure he wouldn’t bump into a wall.
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Connor & The Wishing Fountain
Hartford, Connecticut, 1988 — “Mommy, why is there money in here?” Connor asked, standing on his toes to peer over the edge to a water fountain.
Continue reading “Connor & The Wishing Fountain”Father and Son
For character descriptions, click here. Teddy isn’t listed though, so I have his description in the fic)
Chicago, Illinois, 2001 — Connor had always had sharp hearing. It was one of the things he’d learned to have and to use well during his tenure in foster care.
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1986 — Seven-year-old Connor hesitantly tiptoed down the dark hall to his foster parents’ room, shaking.
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Chicago, Illinois, 2006 – “Kelly?” Connor poked his head into the darkened hospital room, light brown eyes scanning it and landing on the bed. “Hon? Are you awake?”
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St. Louis, Missouri, 1985 — “Mommy! Daddy! Help!”
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Durham, New Hampshire, 1973 — Only one week left. Only one more week left until he would have two parents, not one.
Continue reading “Baby of Mine”Gracie
Pine Grove, Montana, 1892 — “Come on, Gracie, you can do it!”
Happy Birthday, Maddie
Seattle, Washington, March 2011 — Nine-year-old Maddie watched the rain dripping down the car window, chin in hand and amber-colored eyes focused on two drops that seemed to be racing each other.
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Cheyenne, Wyoming, 2017 — Bright blue eyes peered around the hall corner, scanning the living room and finally landed on the bookshelf.
Right next to it was the recliner, where Daddy was sleeping.
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