I would not call it adoption as legally he is not my child but in my heart a different story is told. Nearly 6 years ago I met a struggling mother who had a newborn baby and they needed help. I was in grade 12 at the time I knew I had to help, I did after all have more then them. The baby was a little boy and his mother named him Sinothando meaning ‘we have love’. I used to sleep with the little boy in my bed every night as he’s mother lived in a room that could only accomodate a single bed. I never imagined this little boy would steal my heart forever 
As the years went by I continued to support him and our bond got stronger and stronger. He lived with us full time and saw his mother on weekends. I sometimes wonder how things would have turned out if I hadn’t met him? I wonder if he would have turned out differently? People always say how one can’t love another’s child like their own, but how true can this statement be? My heart loves this little boy like he was my own. I had always refered to him as my nephew as I got tired of explaining how I know him and how we related.
Not the most flattering pictures( I was 18 in this picture, thando was 1)
I’ve watched him grow through the years and I can’t believe how quickly time has flown, this passed weekend we went and got school uniform as he is now officially a big boy and is starting big school.
Trying the full uniform on
This morning was his first day and I went to drop him off at school and the teachers asked me not to stay for too long so as not to upset him but he was too busy chasing other children to even bother to say good bye to me
New found Friend
Scholar Patrol doing their thing
To say I am proud of him is an understatment
Lots of love
