Week 32. 1
"You already have a daughter, mister Harper, who is seven years old… why do you want to become legal guardian to a second girl who is… seventeen years old?"
Roy looked at the judge and took a very deep breath. "'Cause I think it's worthwhile." He said, "She's the daughter of a friend of my family, and her mother was declared unfit, as the court knows. She's a good girl and frankly, I don't want to see her have to spend holidays and summers alone and have to jump hoops for the next few years trying to get things done. She deserves a home and a family."
"You feel very strongly about this." The judge noted.
"Yeah, I do." Roy squared his shoulders in his suit. "Look, your honor, I do have a daughter. The joy of my life… and Cissie's a sweetheart and I love her, too. She's a little sister to me. I want to give her a home and a family like I didn't have when I was her age. Someone took me in, thought I was worthwhile when I was her age, a little younger. I'm passing it along."
The woman sat back in her chair and said, slowly, "Mister Harper, I had no intention of granting you custody. Your record- your profession, and your home life are not what I would typically call healthy. However, upon meeting you and further consideration I grant your request. This court grants you custody of Cissie King-Jones."
"Thank you, your honor!" Roy grinned.
Roy looked at the judge and took a very deep breath. "'Cause I think it's worthwhile." He said, "She's the daughter of a friend of my family, and her mother was declared unfit, as the court knows. She's a good girl and frankly, I don't want to see her have to spend holidays and summers alone and have to jump hoops for the next few years trying to get things done. She deserves a home and a family."
"You feel very strongly about this." The judge noted.
"Yeah, I do." Roy squared his shoulders in his suit. "Look, your honor, I do have a daughter. The joy of my life… and Cissie's a sweetheart and I love her, too. She's a little sister to me. I want to give her a home and a family like I didn't have when I was her age. Someone took me in, thought I was worthwhile when I was her age, a little younger. I'm passing it along."
The woman sat back in her chair and said, slowly, "Mister Harper, I had no intention of granting you custody. Your record- your profession, and your home life are not what I would typically call healthy. However, upon meeting you and further consideration I grant your request. This court grants you custody of Cissie King-Jones."
"Thank you, your honor!" Roy grinned.