The chosen family strikes again. The older of my foster-daughters has been thinking about replacing her car, which is mechanically quite sound but cosmetically less than gorgeous. So when my younger foster-daughter turned out to need a car, the older one decided that now would be a good time to act. She has bought herself a new car, and is selling the old one to her near-sister for an amount she can afford on terms she can manage. The younger one will at last be in a safe car, and the older one in one that suits her life better. It’s a happy ending for all. I wish I could claim credit for any of it, but I can’t; it was all their own doing. I just get to sit back and say “wow”.
I love my chosen family. One and all, they are wonderful!
You know, you’re giving a new meaing to the phrase Chosen People.