Children are precious. They, the start and continuation of life, were meant to be nurtured and cared for. Every child deserved love, and in turn they would love those who took care of them. Whether by blood or by no blood, every child should recieve the care they need. Wilma expected the same for herself when her parents died.
She still hoped for that love when she entered the foster system, when she began to live with a new family, when her room was in the basement....
Unfortunately, through no fault of their own, not all children are cared for as they need. Some people just aren't meant to care at all. Their compassion was dead and withered to the bone. You can only really hope to build your own compassion, and in turn, your own home. At least, that's what Wilma thinks.
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