“Don’t get too attached.”
They warned me.
And I ignored them.
And I got attached anyway.
And yes — it hurt.
But you know what would’ve hurt more?
Keeping my heart guarded.
Withholding love.
Treating a child like a project instead of a person.
Attachment is painful.
But detachment is devastating.
Because these kids aren’t looking for temporary care.
They’re looking for someone who sees them.
Chooses them.
Feels with them.
Yes — I’ll cry when they leave.
But that grief is holy.
Because it means I loved well.
And that’s the whole point.