The temptation to call social services and hand this child over to someone better qualified than me is overwhelming. But I stamp down that instinct, at least for a moment. The kid’s probably terrified, and the last thing he needs is for the person he was dumped on to throw his hands up and say “nope, not it,” and leave him too. As someone whose father abandoned him as a child... well, suffice it to say, that shit causes some deep trauma I’m not prepared to put this kid through. I may not have a fucking clue how to parent, but I’ll at least give it a shot.
