I was alone with a boy in a house. I was terrified to be alone with him because of my job and the rumors that can go around. He was maybe around 12 and had white-blonde hair that was kind of shaggy. I tried not to be in the same room with him and wandered around the house. I wanted to leave or for someone else to arrive. I saw him come around the corner wearing a towel around his waist and dripping with water. It was obvious he had just gotten out of the shower and I had a panicked feeling of needing to get away from that house before somebody raised an issue. All of a sudden, my husband Thomas appeared also wearing a towel and sopping wet. Thomas looked at the boy and flexed his muscles, the boy flexed his boyish muscles also and they both smiled at each other. Thomas looked at the boy with pride. It that moment I realized that we had adopted or were adopting the boy, and that it was okay to be in the house with him. I felt so happy that Thomas was pleased with and proud of the boy, and I knew the boy was happy to have found a father.
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