There is a Foster Child on Your Doorstep
It is a sad commentary on the foster system in Texas to write about how each of our boys had been prepared for delivery to our home. On February 5, 2003, our state social worker showed up with one month old Caleb. We had been told that he was one half African American and the other half Hispanic. When we pulled back the blanket over him, we received a shock. Caleb was as white as white can be. His last name was even White. We have now checked his DNA and know that he is 25% Hispanic and 75% Caucasian. … Continue reading