Luke countered, "When was the last time you saw Kunni'er?"
"I..." Maureen Yagate hesitated.
"You don't want to say, or you can't remember. This isn't like a responsible guardian," Luke said to the little black man, "Call the foster center."
"Please don't do this, I'm not irresponsible, it's just that Kunni'er doesn't want to be confined or managed. I kept a bed for him, he could come home to eat and sleep whenever he wanted.
This was his own suggestion; he wanted freedom."
Little Black pressed on, "If he doesn't like it here, why hasn't he asked the foster center for a change of foster family?"
"It's not that he doesn't like my home, but he dislikes all foster families. He isn't yet an adult. Even if he leaves my home, he has to return to the foster center to wait for another family to take him in.
That situation would be even worse for him.
We treat him well, we have never abused him, and he eats the same food as my own children.
