
My Foster Parents Took My Parents’ Money and Called It a Blessing—I Gave Them Exactly What They Deserved
When I was ten years old, my whole world ended in a single night. My parents were killed in a hit-and-run accident, and suddenly I had no one. No aunts, no uncles, no grandparents—just the foster system waiting for me like a dark tunnel I didn’t want to walk through. But then, a couple from our church stepped forward. David and Margaret Taylor. They stood in front of everyone one Sunday, hands clasped tightly, smiling as if they were saints. “We feel called by God to take Mandy in,” Margaret