After My Parents Broke Their Promise for the Ninth Time, I Chose a New Dad

"For the ninth year in a row, my parents had promised to bring me home. I sat outside the family services window at the county courthouse with the guardianship papers in my lap.

The clerk's office would close in thirty minutes.

My Stanford acceptance letter was buried at the bottom of my backpack.

I had planned to tell them the good news after they signed the consent forms.

Once the court received the petition, it would schedule a hearing.

As long as we filed everything today, the court could schedule a hearing before I turned eighteen, giving me a real chance to move into their Los…