When I retired, I opened my house—and my heart—up to foster kids. I thought I’d try it out for a few years—five, tops. But I’m still at it, 115 kids later.
When I first met the 26-month-old boy I would adopt, my heart sank—the level of neglect he had faced was overwhelming.
Indigenous children are, to put it mildly, overrepresented in Canada’s child-welfare system. So parents and activists are going to great lengths to protect their kids.
Ontarians can afford to pay more for beer. They cannot afford to lose one bit of protection for vulnerable children.