When my son died in 2014 he left 3 children, 2 girls, and 1 boy. The girls had been living between him and their mother. His son lived with both parents. At times the girls lived with them also. After he died the oldest girl who was 7 at that time came to me and asked if she could come live with me. I asked her if she has asked her mother and she said yes and that her mother said it was OK. I was in shock and asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this.
My household is run completely different than her mother's so I wanted her to know that. She said "I know but I still want to come," I said OK, and began what has been a journey of love, patience, learning each other, and a whole lot of other changes. LOL
That was in 2014 and it is now 2020 and we are still together- fussing and fighting at times and snuggling up with each other at other times. It has been trying but I would not have it any other way. We have learned each other, my quirks, and her moods.
I love her and she loves me. She is my Niyagirl and I am her Nana O. No matter how they come to us we accept them and work with what we have because God will always supply our every need.
- Ora Williams -
Founder and Director