The Paper Trail of a Stolen Son

I have a terrible habit: I agree to everything, but I follow through on absolutely nothing.

When I was eight, my foster mother made a habit of stealing Amazon packages off people’s porches. She told me to keep a lookout.

I patted my chest confidently. "Don't worry! If anyone comes, I’ll tell you!"

Then I immediately turned around and squatted by the curb to watch a colony of ants.

Twenty minutes later, my foster mother and a trunk full of stolen cardboard boxes were shoved into the back of a police cruiser.