Sometimes, I think I am the worst possible person to be an adoptive parent given the experiences of my youth.

Often, I feel I am the last person to guide a struggling youngster towards academic success given my experiences at school.

But then it occurs to me: perhaps those experiences are precisely why I have been put in this position. Is this my job because I can relate to theirs?

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