I came to the Nelson house from an orphanage in August 1969, when I was nine years old. When I turned eighteen, I was told to leave the family I had come to love. The state child-care payments had stopped and I was cast out. Then, in succession, we all were. Getting emotionally attached to the Nelsons was hard, but getting unattached was devastating.
We were very different people who would never have met in another life. Yet today we are a family, as tight as any blood relations.