They Blocked My Last Rescue
Language: en
I’ve had a severe addiction to human connection for as long as I can remember. Most newborns just lie in their cribs and cry, but by two weeks old, I was already babbling half the night away to the exhausted mother in the hospital bed next to ours. When I was five, I wandered off at a crowded city plaza. By the time the police finally tracked me down, I was sitting dead center on a park bench, enthusiastically running a speed-dating circle for two dozen senior citizens. By thirteen, I was being returned to the group home by my eleventh foster family. On the drive back, I spent three…