NEWS… BUT NOT AS YOU KNOW IT
As I walked through the living room door to find a karaoke machine, a smile spread across my face.
I was 11 years old and had just been placed in a foster home, under the care of a woman I’d met once before.
‘I remember you said you liked singing,’ she said, explaining why there was a karaoke machine sitting in the middle of the room. She had bought it especially for me.
For the first time ever in my life, I felt I’d been listened to.