Single Foster Father

[Ishigreensa]

A thirteen year old girl by the name of ...[A]... sat several feet away from the main group of children.  Sadly, she has been passed over now, every time for the last 3 years because she is too old.  Everyone wants either younger girls, or girls that are "cute" and somehow, she feels that her skin color, her hair style, and other things about her are wrong.  

She remembers the day she lost her home.  It was as unpleasant as most any other situation could have been.  The once eight year old child was dropped off on a church step one winter early morning with nothing more than her favorite stuffed animal and not even a jacket, but a letter to give someone.

"This girl is too much for me to take care of now," the letter read.  "Her own mother left two days ago, and I was just seeing her mother, but now, I really don't know what to do about the kid, so please find the right authorties.  I am sure she will be difficult, of course.  She drove her mother away, or else she would have taken her with her, and she is too much for me.  She whines, she wants and wants, and she is always causing trouble.   Thanks."

That is all anyone knows about where she had come from.

When she was eight going on nine, she was put in one home, but they decided that she was too much trouble for them, too.  So they took her back.  Just before she turned ten, she was taken for two months by someone but she was returned.  Since then, for the last three years, no one even looks at her.

"I'll try to be good," she says to herself over and over.  "I'll keep quiet about what I am feeling or needing.  I'll let them decide.  I'll be good."  Still, she finds no one to take her until....

...[Girl A] ... is one of two characters I'd like partner to take if that's okay.

...[Girl B]... is 10 going on eleven years old.  Somehow, she got separated from her family, and no one seems to be able to find them.  ...[Girl B]... only knows a handful of English phrases, and unfortunately for her, none of them seem useful.  She has now been in the system for nearly two months, and because they've given up on finding where she belongs, she has been put in foster care.

[Girl B] can tell you her name, she can count, and she can respond with pointing and gestures at some simple spoken vocabulary, as though she had been learning English for only a short time.  No one knows where she came from, or why she is here.

 

My Character is a middle age man who is recently divorced and has lost all visitation to his own children over an ugly divorce where his X used every dirty trick in the book to get him where she could.  She took him to the cleaners, and now, it has been five years, and his kids are both adults.  They don't talk to him much because after the divorce, he lost all contact with them, and he doesn't even know how they feel about him, but can imagine his wife had nothing nice to say about him towards them.

He has been depressed for a while, and one of this friends has seen his decline into depression, and has figured it all went back to him losing his kids.  His friend suggest he tried fostering or adopting.

It took a bit for my character to decide to do it, but now, here he is, waiting in a small park-like space, watching the children.  Others who want to foster and adopt are looking around at children.  He isn't sure how to open a dialog with anyone, so he sits by himself for a bit, when he notices one kid is a little older than the others.  He doesn't know why, but he feels himself pulled towards the little girl.  She smells a little, but he doesn't tell her so.

He starts by asking her name, and asking what kind of family she wished she had.  As he is talking to her, a second little girl is starting to get curious.  He's the only one there without a possible mommy.  [Girl B] really doesn't want a mommy.  A mommy would remind her that her own mommy is lost somewhere, and she has no idea of where she is.  She really wants to find her, but right now, doesn't know how to do that.  She listens, at first, from as far away as she can get but still hear [Girl A] and the man.

The man eventually notices [Girl A] is kind of fidgeting.

"I'm not going anywhere, if you want to go inside for a second and come back out.  I'll be right here," the man tells her.

[Girl A] doesn't want to take a chance that he'll disappear though because he is talking to her.  He doesn't seem to be dismissing her, and maybe she'll actually get to go home with someone even if just for a little while, she shakes her head and keeps talking to him, eventually peeing her pants.  She tries to hide it.  He doesn't seem to notice.  Things seem to be going okay.

This would be an adoption story about a man finding two kids who desperately want a real loving home.  The man doesn't really seem to mind that the thirteen year old just peed herself, nor that the ten year old is barely able to say two or three words with any kind of confidence due to not really knowing how to speak English though she has heard it enough she can get the gist of some of what he is saying.  She doesn't know that he actually knows a little bit of her language, too.  So they start communicating and building a bilingual home for both girls and the man that could end up being their daddy.  Right now... it is a fostering situation, but if things go well for them, it could lead to an adoption.

Anyone that wants to play both girl children would be appreciated.  I would like [GirlB] to speak something a little different than Spanish.  Maybe Thai, Tagalog, Chinese, or Japanese.  This means that if she was brought by an undocumented parent, that it would have been over the sea and somehow ended up being abandonned deep enough in the city that no one can really figure out where to put her.  This causes them to just write it off by putting her in the foster system when they can't locate her parents.  What happened to her parents is up to you.  Why [Girl A]'s mother is really out of the picture is also up to you... what really happened.

The thirteen year old doesn't have any actual medical problems, but she's got a bad case of Fomo: (fear of missing out).  She is so scared of being left alone, of her final chance to have a home, that even when he takes her in, she doesn't want to be too far from him, and ends up not going to the toilet in time, sometimes.  At school, she wants to please him so badly, she won't raise her hand to be excused because she wants to know everything about an assignment, and she secretly pees herself at her desk when she can't hold it.

Eventually, we find out the ten year old has trouble waking up at night and wets the bed, and she might even have something that causes her bladder problems so she might need diapers at night and maybe even diapers during the day if she is going to be too far from a toilet while they are out.  At home, she can make it, and she's not as nervous about being left alone as the 13 year old, but the story might develop from there.

This is probably a long shot... but is anyone interested?

 

[Ishigreensa]

James Walton was a man going on forty-five years of age living in a small apartment with two bedrooms though at the moment, he only needed one.  

He had lived through a tour of duty in the Airforce, had lived through a pandemic, and had lived through a toxic marriage so brutal that by the time his wife decided to leave him about two years ago, she had turned both of his kids against him.  He thought he had done everything right by her, and because he showered her with everything giving her full control of the money, he had barely anything but this sparsely furnished apartment.  

He had not fought any of the divorce terms.  She wanted the kids, and honestly, the kids didn't want anything to do with him since at least three years ago anyway because of how she had turned them so thoroughly against him.  It saddened him every time they agreed with their mother that he had no business picking them up from school when they were ten and fourteen years old, that it was strange he would want to take the whole family out to eat, and how he wanted to buy them gifts on their birthdays.  She made all of his acts towards them sound strange.  He was supposed to just give her the money to treat them, but he was not to be included.

He tried to help them with homework on occasion, but she had told her daughters that real men didn't do that.  That he was controlling them when he did that, and he most certainly could not check on them at night when they were supposed to be asleep, and if they had a nightmare, and he asked about it, he was being weird.

They wouldn't come to him for anything by the time she had parted with him two years ago.  So, for his children's well-being knowing that living with him could be scary since they had been brainwashed that a father can't do those things, and he knew they would need help from time to time, he let them stay with their mom.  He didn't do it for his X but for his children.

Over the last two years, however, he had gotten more and more depressed.  Even at work, people noticed that he didn't seem to into is work anymore.

"James," Ralph a trusted friend addressed him nearly six months ago.  "It's time you moved on.  You weren't treated right by that woman, and you know it."

"I know," James sighed.  "I'm not really even missing her.  I don't know...."

"Look.  You better figure things out, James.  If you don't, you're going to get yourself fired.  You've been slacking too much around here, and the bosses are starting to notice.  You've told them you've been depressed, haven't you?"

"No," James sighed.  "It's not their problem, you know."

"It is affecting your performance, so I think it is their problem now.  It's everyone's problem because you are important around here."

He shook his head.  "I'm sure if they fired me, they'd find a good replacement."

"James, stop.  You can't just give up on life.  If it's not her, then what is causing the slump?  I wouldn't meddle, but it's getting worse and I'm worried about you."

"I... I don't know."

However, Ralph saw me staring off into the distance.  I was thinking back a long time ago, past about five years ago, when I was happier and my kids willingly came up to me and talked to me.

"James," he shook at me as though he'd been trying to get my attention for a minute.  "Look.  I've seen that look before.  You have it anytime you mention your kids.  You're thinking about them, aren't you?"

"I can't," James frowned.  "My kids have been turned against me, and the last thing I want is to make them unhappy by taking them away from a place they feel safe.  I can't do it."

"I wasn't suggesting anything with them, James.  I was thinking though....  You've always been good to your kids.  I think there are people that would recognize a good father.  You still pay child support, don't you?"

"I'm all caught up on it, yeah."

"Have you ever considered adopting?"

"How would that help with my kids?"

"It wouldn't help with your kids.  Like you said, you think they are already in the best place for them.  But it would help some other kids who need someone like you, and it would help you.  You'd have kids around you again that you can take care of."

"I don't know...."

 

But now, here I am, somehow almost as if in a dream, having gone through with the suggestion, and now was entering some kind of group home.  I had a file that showed my process being approved, and I was supposed to meet this woman about getting a child.

"I have a match," a woman said over the phone the night before.  "If you would come in and talk to me about it in the morning...."

I had called in to work, and the boss was more than happy to give me the day off.  He said that though I had been slacking a bit, he thought I still deserved it given I'd been trying to muscle through and he could tell I needed the time off, but never took it.

I walked into the place in my best white shirt and suit pants.  My brown turning gray hair was slicked down and shiny, and I knocked at the door.

"May I help you?" This woman, Cheryl answered.  She had red hair and green eyes. 

"I'm James Walton," I said my voice a little more quiet than she had seemed to have expected.  

"Can you repeat that?"

"James Walton?" I barely raised my voice.  "I spoke with a Cheryl on the phone last night?"

"Yes, that was me!  Oh, James!  Yes, please come right in."

I smiled and walked into the house.  There were nine or ten children watching television, playing with games, talking, and chasing each other around as I walked through their living area.  They had all seemed to pause for a moment to consider me before going back to their world of play.  I just followed the somewhat tall slender woman to an office.

"Please have a seat," she smiled.  "We have something to discuss."

"You found someone else better for the child?" I asked calling out my fear on myself before she could tell me.

"No, that's not it.  Please, don't be so negative.  But I as hoping...."

I settled down and waited for her to tell me the problem.

"I have a thirteen year old girl that just came to our home from another group home.  She's not been placed with anyone for nearly three years.  No one wants her, and if she isn't taken in by someone soon, she'll go to a teen home where she will never find a home again."

I frowned.  "I... I'm really sorry.  I thought I was getting a ten year old, though."

"We still have the ten year old available.  The ten year old doesn't speak any English as far as we know, though."

I frowned.  "I don't care.  I'll take her anyway."

"So, I guess the teenager is out of luck then," the woman suddenly looked sad.  She didn't have to pull the face though.  I was already starting to second guess sending any child into a situation where they would never be loved, especially when she said the thirteen year old had not been in a home at all for over three years.

"Can I meet both of the children?" I asked her.

"Well..., you usually just meet the one that you might be taking with you...."

"Please," I insisted.  "I want to see them both.  The teenager is desperate, right?  And the ten year old, she will have a hard time too since no one knows how to talk to her?"

The woman nodded.  She laid out files on both of the girls on the desk, of what information she had on them, and while she went to fetch them, I looked over the files.

The woman was gone for a while, little did I know, looking to find the teenager first....

 

[JE PUNK]

The 13 year old girl Lizette Salinas or Liz for short just grumbled herself “This sucks why do they keep trying to find a family it all ends the same I’ll probably end up in that teen group home.” She mumbled “I wish they just let me leave I’ll be my own eventually.” She mumbled “Even if I do end up there I’ll just do that ‘thing’ to get kicked out “This is all your fault mother you just had to run off with another man!

10 year old Ruby Hashira was busy reading a children’s book trying to sound out the words in English in an effort if she could learn the language someone could find her mommy over least get her back home… her real home *Oh mama where are you I don’t want to stay here*

[Ishigreensa]

Cheryl approached Thirteen year old Liz.

"Sweetheart, there is a man might be willing to give you a home.  I'd like you to meet him if you will...."  

Cheryl didn't tell her anything more than she had to.  She didn't want to get her hopes up too high, but she really hoped that James would take her in.  She really needed someone because life had been hard on her, and Cheryl could see that the poor girl was losing faith in humanity.

She smelled the girl's hair.  She didn't want her to meet him having on a wet diaper.  It was going to be hard enough to explain to him that she has to be put in diapers.  Maybe it would even be better that he just find out on the way home or at his house rather than there, where it would be easy to leave her to the system.

"You're not wet or messy, are you?" Cheryl asked her giving her a stern eye, not that she wasn't allowed to wet, but more that she was expected to tell the truth about it.

[JE PUNK]

( hair? )Liz sighed and looked at Cheryl  and gave her a look “Its not gonna matter he’ll just dump me within a week anyway like everyone else does including my own papa.” She told her before she blushed at the woman’s “I don’t know I wasn’t paying attention.” Looking down at  hand me down jeans that had an obvious bulge in them the teen was put back in diapers after numerous accidents in the foster care and the orphanage 

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(Sometimes, by smelling someone's hair, you can tell if they smell dirty like if she wet herself.  She's trying to be discreet about checking her).

"Well, sweetheart, I understand how hard it is.  You're not the only one to go through this, baby.  But you know?  Sometimes, when you go through a difficulty like this, when you find someone that actually cares, it might mean even more to you?  I mean, honestly, at this point, you're making up your mind and not even giving him a chance, sweetheart."

She walked over and put an arm around her.

"Still, don't think I don't understand.  You've had a lot of disappointment in your life.  Far more than anyone your age should have ever had.  I can't promise that he will keep you, but you know, for your own happiness, you really should give him the benefit of doubt and try to make it work."

She took her hand.

"Would you like me to change your diaper before we go meet him?"

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Liz just crossed her arms “Fine I’ll give him a chance but if it doesn’t work then I’m giving up on finding another family.” She replied before blushing and nodding her head at needing a diaper change “Does he know that I wear them yet?” 

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"I haven't mentioned it yet, to be honest," Cheryl smiled at her.  "I think it might be best to wait until you need changed on the way home, honestly."

She directed her back to the changing area where she usually changed toddlers, Ruby, and Liz.

"But you could actually try to make yourself a little more loveable too.  I'm not saying by doing anything just for him, but more, of just how you do things in general.  You know?  Think maybe before you yell, for example?"

She started to take the diaper off.

"And the group home, if you end up going to a halfway house or something like that, they are not going to be as nice about your wetting your pants if they can't find a medical reason for it.  They don't pay for anything they don't have to, sweetheart, and if other teens find out you wear diapers, anyway, that will be its own problem.  I'm sure you already know that, don't you?"

[JE PUNK]

Liz blushed heavily “I just don’t want to sit in it very long.” She told her while her pants were around her ankles and diaper were removed before poutinv at the mention of the group home “Then why can’t you adopt me instead Miss Cheryl your only in here that’s really nice to me? “That’s dumb they can’t really expect me to walk around in wet pants all day.” She added 

[Ishigreensa]

"I wish I could adopt you, baby.  There have been a lot of girls I wished I could, but the system does what it does for the sake of the multitude of kids that are in bad situations.  I just wouldn't have the resources to help everyone that I wanted without the programs in place."

She started to remove her diaper.

"Well, they'd likely not put you in diapers at all and expect you to change yourself, and probably even punish you for peeing on the floor... depending on who is running the place.  It is possible to get someone more reasonable like me, but it is not as likely as in a children's home, where you are now."

Cheryl frowned.

"But you can try to give the guy a chance, right?  He doesn't look like he'd be very mean.  He's trying to get a ten year old, but he did ask to talk to you, so I think he might be worried about you going to a halfway home."

Cheryl started to pull down her soggy diaper from her and shook her head.

"How long you been wet, sweetie?"

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“That’s just dumb they just want us to be miserable..” Liz grumbled before pouting “I don’t know how to change yourself I tried once and one of the tapes ripped off and I leaked all over the place.” She said with a pout not liking the idea she could lose her diapers if she ends up in a group home “I dunno I lost track of time.” 

[Ishigreensa]

"Baby, that's why I'm trying to find you a better place to go to before they send you off to a place like that.  Now, hold still a moment...."

She sighed as she helped her into a clean diaper, and then put some powder in there to keep her skin from getting irritated.  "I've been trying to talk to the state about having you see a counselor, too, but money is a little tight.  They say they can't do that right now."

Of course, Cheryl had mentioned to poor Liz that she had wanted her to see a counselor a few times in the last nearly year she's had her.  She wanted her to see a counselor because she wanted to see if there was a way to help her with the wetting especially during the day.  Of course, the state never really cared as much for the children in the system as it did other projects that Cheryl honestly thought as a waste of tax payer's money.

She got her diaper on her and slipped her pants back up.

"You really should try to pay a little closer attention to when you are wet, though, honey.  You could get an irritation from the pee being against your skin, and it's also possible to get an infection from wearing soggy stuff all the time.  Both of those things would be really uncomfortable to say the least."

She smiled.

"Okay, let's go meet this James, guy, okay?"

Cheryl smiled again.  "I'll be right there while you meet him, and you can ask him anything while I'm there.  The only time I might leave you for a moment, is when he wants to see the other kid he's been promised."

[JE PUNK]

Liz shivered alittle as she was wiped down and sneezed alittle from the powder a diaper seemed to be the only thing that comforted her at the moment although she wished her diapers had designs instead of the plain old boring ones “Do I really need to talk to one it’s not gonna do me much.” She replied before her diaper was taped up and her pants were pulled back up and sighed “Okay… I’ll see what this James guy has to say.” Letting Cheryl lead the way 

[Ishigreensa]

"Baby, please try to be a little more positive, please.  I really am worried about you going to the teen home.  Things are going to be a lot harder there, and just maybe this one will be the one that saves you going there."

She reached out her hand.

"Come on, sweetheart.  At worst, he says he doesn't want a teenager, and at best, he keeps you and actually makes you a good home, you know?  I know it's so hard to hope in your place, but right now, this guy might be the only thing between you having a better place to be a young girl, and a place that will just look at you as a number that they will barely worry about you eating or not."

They walked down the hall and into the office where James had been reading her file.

Last placed in a home nearly three years ago.  Returned because she was considered a trouble kid that caused one problem after another.  Bedwetting at ten years old....

James shook his head and frowned at the file.  "Okay...," he thought to himself thinking about the fact a ten year old was a little old to be wetting the bed... but they didn't give any good examples about how she was a problem kid.  The worst might be she was wetting the bed due to either stress, fear, or maybe even an actual problem?  That wouldn't explain the need to give up on her, at least not to him.

He looked up when the lady brought in the little thirteen year old.

"Lizzy?" he asked as she came in.  The file said her nickname was Liz, but well, she looked a lot younger than thirteen in person to him.  She seemed really withdrawn and even a little scared, but maybe he could be misreading the signs.  "Hey, sweetheart.  Can you come and talk with me for a minute?"

He looked at what she was wearing, trying to measure her up for not only how scared she might be, but how good or bad she had it for being taken care of such as having clothes to wear, the state of her hair, and if she looked clean.  He had heard horror stories about how kids were sometimes treated.

[JE PUNK]

Liz just nodded as she followed Cheryl to the room where James was waiting before hearing him calling her Lizzy “It’s just Liz.” She said softly and calmly “I guess we can talk I’m willing to hear you out im sure you already read my file already?” Sh asked taking a seat while her diaper crinkled underneath her jeans before moving her hair away from her eyes so far her hair was well maintained 

[Ishigreensa]

James frowned as he looked over the girl.  She seemed a little more mature than her looks would first suggest, and she spoke with a bit more confidence than he thought she would when she told him her name was Liz, not Lizzy.

"Please forgive me, young lady.  I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable.  I should have asked if it was okay to call you something before just doing so."

He looked at the file that had a lot to say about nothing in it.  She had been passed to over ten families in the course of two years, and then nothing.  No one wanted her after she had turned ten.  He couldn't figure out why.  The only real example of how she was a problem was given as she peed the bed from the time she was eight until the last family said no to her when she was ten maybe going on eleven.

"Your file... doesn't really tell me much about you.  It says you were abandoned when you were eight, but other than that, it accuses you to being trouble but doesn't really say how you caused much trouble."

He glanced at her pants.  They were dry and seemed clean.  Her hair seemed clean.  It didn't look like she had any trouble dressing herself or staying clean.  She might have even been better than most thirteen year olds, unless she was trying to look neater just for him.

"You know, don't you?" he asked her trying to be conversational about it.  "I wouldn't have thought bad if your shirttails were out or if you didn't have your hair just freshly combed.  You're still a young teen, and it is unreasonable to think that young teens are perfect."

He smiled at her.

"If you are just always neat, then that's a credit to you, but don't feel like you have to be all the time around me if it's not natural.  I'm looking for a natural kid, not a robot to live in my home."

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Liz looked down before looking up “Not just my parents about everywhere I go someone gives up on me.. either because I wet myself or because of my skin color..” she told him “Cheryl my matron is the only one nice to me she does my hair and clothes for me to help me look presentable.” She admitted “sadly she can’t adopt me even if she wanted to.” 

[Ishigreensa]

"Your skin color?" that one surprised him more than anything else.  Surely, there were other Latino families that would have accepted her skin tone.  But even wetting her pants, even at ten years old, might be surprising a bit, but it shouldn't have been a reason to hurt this child by making her feel unwanted.  It was probably something a doctor needed to look into or something.

"Sweetheart, this is going to be a little embarrassing.  I know how scary it might be, but can you please tell me?  Do you still wet the bed?"

He smiled at her, but his smile was sad given what she said and what he already knew about her situation.

"If you'll be patient with me for a minute, I want to meet another girl, but if you are okay with it, even if you still wet the bed, I want to bring you home with me, okay?"

He didn't know she was in a diaper now, or that she actually peed herself in the daytime, but even if he did know..., he would not let that be the reason to throw her away.  For all he cared, she could poop her pants, and he'd still take her in, though he would definitely have her see a counselor or something if it was that bad.  Body problems, and needing to see a doctor is one thing, but pooping herself at her age all the time, with no documented medical reason for it, then it would have risen a red flag that she probably needed some mental help.

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Liz blushed heavily at the question before “I.. still.. wet the bed sometimes and I still have a lot of daytime accidents Miss Cheryl has me wearing protection for it…” she said her face turning bright pink.. before saying “I guess this going to part where you say you don’t want me now I’m sure you don’t want a teen that still needs diapers…” she said sadly 

[Ishigreensa]

"Actually, sweetheart?  I want a little girl.  If you are still peeing your pants, then you are still a little girl.  Especially if it's not medical, but something with stress or something.  I'd love to have a thirteen year old little girl, if you are okay with that?"

He actually reached for her arms, trying to get her to stand up and come and sit in his lap.

"The bigger question for you, is would you be okay with me checking your diapers and making sure you stay cleaned up and dry?  I can see how embarrassed you were to admit you have problems, so I can only imagine how hard it will be for you to tell me you've peed the first few times, and because you would be scared of me knowing, you might wear wet pants all day, that wouldn't be good for your health.  So... Can I have permission to check and change you if it looks like you were either too busy or too scared to let on you had an accident?"

He tried to rub her back while holding her, if she let him put her in his lap.

"I promise, I'll never get mad for wet pants, even if you leak on the sofa or chair or whatever.  What I will get a little worried about though, is you lying about peeing your pants or not letting yourself get checked after sitting in it too long.  The reason I'd be worried about it, is whatever is going on, I don't want to make it worse by causing skin problems and possibly infections that aren't there, yet.  Does that make sense?"

He tried to whisper so as to be less scary, and he tried to rub her back in his lap as he talked to her trying to let her know it was alright.  "And I'm not going to ask you if you are wet the first few times, actually...," he thought about it.  "The reason is... you are thirteen.  You'd be tempted to lie to me, and it's not your fault to ask you something scary and then accuse you of being a liar, so I'll just check you until you get used to me enough you can tell me you've peed, okay?"

"You will have to forgive me.  I haven't had a child for over ten years, so if I get a little... well, over protective and a little silly on the rules, well, we'll have to figure those out together.  You do what I say no matter what at first because it's my job to protect you, but we can talk about rules that you find unfair, and if I can't really explain myself on the rule, then I'll seriously give it thought.  I don't promise to change it, but I will think about changing it, if I honestly find that you are right and a certain rule doesn't make sense.  Is that okay with you?  Now, even if you find something unfair, but I feel there is a reason for it, such as I need to check you for a few days to make sure you're not being too scared to tell me you've wet, you have to obey the rule though."

When she said that it was the part he would say he wouldn't want her, and he started to tell her he actually wanted her, Cheryl thought that was the perfect time to go get the other little girl, so she didn't hear about his demands of her to let him just check her and of him trying to coax her into his lap thinking that would relax her, and help her realize that he didn't expect her to be a perfect person or a robot.

As Cheryl went into the reading area, where she knew it was likely to see Ruby reading an English learning book, she smiled as she looked around.  

"Two girls in one day!  The same family!  This is a great day!"  That's what she thought of this, hoping nothing would destroy what was happening right now.

"Ruby?" she called for the little foreigner.  While the little foreign girl didn't respond to many phrases, she at least recognized her name being called even if she sounded like she was loobie, or doobie to Cheryl when she said it.

 

 

 

[JE PUNK]

Liz eeped abit at being called a little girl taken by a little surprise by it but was taken by a bigger surprise that this stranger putting her in his lap to embrace her  trying to hold back tears “Your… okay with me wearing diapers?  Before saying “I need to be checked Miss Cheryl checks me even when I don’t ask and she even changes me to make sure I don’t get a rash.” She said blushing “Umm how protective would be?” She asked cocking her head 

 

Ruby meanwhile was coloring in her book before she heard Cheryl call her name and quickly waddled over to her to see what she wanted 

[Ishigreensa]

"Oh, sweetheart?  You are used to being checked on all the time?  Didn't anyone ever teach you how to go potty, or have you been to see a doctor to find out why you keep wetting your pants?"

He rocked her.

"Well..., I want to keep you safe, so until I know for sure that you can do certain things safely, on your own, I'll be insisting you have a babysitter when I have to be at work, whether that be the teacher at your school or if I need to put you with someone to watch you.  The only sleepovers you'll have is at our home until I get to know your friends' parents, and know that they won't be cruel about you needing to be changed every few hours for your health.  And of course, anything else reasonable.  I can't really tell you everything because I don't know everything that will come up.  I've never had someone thirteen years old to watch before, so I'm sure you'll want to do things that I'll have to be sure is safe for you before I just say yes.  You've found yourself someone that wants to keep you safe.  Is that okay?"

He put his hands between her legs and checked her diaper anyway to show her he meant it, he was going to check her from now on to make sure, but since Cheryl had just changed her, she wouldn't be wet just then.  (please?)

Cheryl reached out her hand and took the little one to the changing room first.

Lifting her up on the changing bed, she started to change her.  She didn't think the girl understood much, but she still told her.  Who knew how much she actually knew and just didn't know how to communicate yet?  Maybe she did know or understand even if she couldn't say the words yet.  It wasn't like the program paid for someone to teach the child any English.

"Someone has come to see you.  He maybe taking you home with him to live.  It would probably be a permanent home, if things work out.  He wants a younger child, and you are around the age he wants."

She pulled down the child's pants and shook her head.  She wished she had more clothes to give the children to wear.  Her pants were old, dirty-stained, and ripped.  She pulled them off seeing a wet patch, though it was small and faint around the crotch where it leaked a tiny amount.  Then she saw the flimsy diaper that the program allowed her to buy the children that needed them, and it was so heavy it was so wonder it had not completely wet all over her pants.  Of course the poor child still didn't really know how to ask to use the bathroom or even that she peed her pants... At least, as far as Cheryl knew.

Being off on her own all the time, reading and coloring, meant she interacted less with the other kids there her age, and that was probably a good thing for her.  Some of them gossiped about her peeing her pants and called her a baby behind her back, but not in a nice way.  They acted like she was stupid, but lucky for her, she didn't understand all the words they said... only that they were pointing at her and being mean.

When Cheryl had the little one in a clean diaper, she sighed at the wet pants, and draped them over her arm.

"Come on, sweetheart," she whispered. "Let's go meet the man that might take you home with him, and while you are talking I'll try to find you something to wear."

She had her by the hand, taking her towards the office.  Some of the others started laughing at her the moment they saw her in an exposed diaper, at which Cheryl told them to either return to what they were doing, or they can help her do some extra chores.  That put them off from making fun of her for the moment.

[JE PUNK]

Liz blushed “I used to be potty trained but ever since I came back to the orphanage 3 years ago I’ve been having lots of accidents..,” she admitted “Miss Cheryl wanted me a counselor but the state won’t pay for me to see one .” She told James before she looked down “A sitter I might be okay  with that.. but I’m not really good at making friends…” she said sadly. Before she eeped abit at being checked she was still dry “Miss Cheryl just changed me before I came down here.” She said with a blush.

 

Ruby took Cheryl’s hand and found herself in the changing room and laid on the changing table *Oh I guess it’s time my diaper change* *wha someone wants to adopt me?* *I hope maybe he understand my language*.”  She was met surprised that the diaper had leaked. The small girl shivered while she was wiped *thats cold* before she was powdered up and put in a new diaper and sighed softly before being put down in just a diaper * no wait not like this they’ll think I’m a little baby!* she whimpers alittle while the kids laughed at her causing her to put her thumb in her mouth for comfort 

 

 

 

[Ishigreensa]

"If you used to be potty trained, then it sounds like you need to see a regular medical doctor to me, honey.  Half of your problem could be physical as much as it could be stress or other factors."

James patted her legs.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart.  I just want you to know, until we find out what we can about it, I'll just check you for a while.  There is no reason to embarrass yourself and have to come and ask me until you feel comfortable doing it since I plan to check you about every three or four hours anyway and right after you get home from school."

He rocked her as he listened to her.

"Well, I am not a quiet person when someone is suffering.  You will get in to see a counselor even if I have to pay for it up front and get reimbursed later.  It is your right by law to grow up as healthy as possible.  I will make sure you have what you need, baby.  You are my baby now, no matter what.  Okay?"  His last word, "okay" was said more in question as if asking permission from her to be called his baby.

 

"Sweetheart, I don't have any pants right now in your room.  I have to hunt them down," Cheryl told the reluctantly tugging girl that seemed to be trying to pull her shirt over her diaper while she put the other in her mouth.

"This is the other baby," Cheryl told James.

"Aw!  Isn't she a little sweetheart?" he asked as he saw her.  He didn't put Liz off his lap nor let her move, but rather just spread his legs so there was more space causing the teen to be on one leg and he motioned for the little one with her thumb in her mouth to come to him.  It was clear she was in a diaper, and her thumb was in her mouth.  Her file said she was ten.  Obviously another one that needed some counseling to be in diapers and thumb sucking in the day, but in James's mind, just another cute little one to love!

"My name is James," he told her.

"Oh, she doesn't speak.  We don't think she knows English, and of course we've tried Spanish though we doubted it would have worked.  We think she's from China, Japan, or Korea."

"She's Japanese," James immediately recognize subtle differences that he would have known from having been in China for a year and in Japan for three years.

"Watashi ha Jamuzu," he said his Japanese somewhat funny but understandable.  "Watashi no uchi ni tsurete itte sundimasu ka."  He hoped he was making sense to her as he told her his name and told her litterally... I to my home want to take you and live.  The last particle, ka, meant it was a question, in that he was trying to ask her about the idea.

 

[JE PUNK]

Liz just blushed and nodded “As long I don’t need to get a shot I really don’t like needles.” She admitted although it was unknown the last time the teen had an actual physical or a shot in the matter 

 

Ruby just pouted behind her thumb and used her before seeing man that could potentially adopt her before her eyes widened when the man spoke her language after finding herself on his lap *You can speak Japanese?* she decided to try something *Daddy abandoned me can’t find mommy to get home need help finding her* she said sadly. 
 

Liz noticed the girl there was no way she was 10 and still wearing diapers but she couldn’t think she was cute maybe having a little sister wouldn’t be a bad idea although she couldn’t really understand what her and James was saying as she cocked her head it sounded like the language in one of the anime’s she watched