 Life goes on. A few months later, early December, my mom calls me back. Boy number 16 and his family are coming to our parents' house. So I go over, and as I walk into my parents' living room, I'm greeted by the boy's mom, aunt, uncle, the whole family's there. And then I turn to the boy, and he gives me a smile. It's very kind. And I smile back at him, and in that moment, I felt a connect. The family asks me a few questions, and then they leave the room to give us the space to talk.