Foster Page #6

That's exactly how it should be.

Do you have family, Mr Potts?

Oh, yes.

Everybody has a family somewhere.

If they don't, they should.

Have a guess what this is.

Oh, a remote-controlled car!

Cool!

Wicked!

Don't shake it.

Oh, sorry, sorry, sorry.

I can't take this.

Sure you can.

Why?

Because I look at you,

and I think you were a child once,

with a mother and a father

and a home.

What happened along the way?

Where'd it go wrong?

I mean, you could have been my child

who I loved and cared for

and cherished.

You could have been my child

living on the street.

You're every child of every parent

who ever lost his way.

Happy Christmas to you.

Watch that little chap.

He's special, he is.

God has heard.

What is that?

It's a book

on the etymology of names.

That's what Samuel's name means -

God has heard.

That's right. I forgot.

God has heard.

Right. It's time for you

to go to sleep.

Happy Christmas, little angel.

Do you believe?

In what?

In angels.

Hmm, I don't know.

Haven't really thought about it.

Do you?

It would be nice to think

that someone's watching over us,

taking care of us.

Aye, I suppose it would.

Now it's time for you

to get some sleep.

And tomorrow you can open

all your gifts.

'Night.

Night-night.

I thought I'd give this to you now.

It's a Rolex, isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, you're preg...

Pregnant.

But how?

I mean, the doctor said that...

He said it was up here.

Sweetheart, we're gonna have a baby.

Oh!

Oh! Oh, God, it's a miracle.

It's nothing short of a miracle.

I'm just worried about Eli.

How do we tell him?

Happy Christmas.

Merry Christmas.

Eli, sweetheart, we want

to tell you something.

Hey, I'll get that.

You go and get Eli

and we'll open presents.

Hello?

Is that Mrs Morrison?

Yes, it is.

Who's this?

Hello. It's Jane.

Sorry, do I...

Jane, from the foster home.

Oh, Oh, hi, Jane.

What can I do for you?

I'm so sorry to call you

on Christmas Day.

I do hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, no, not at all.

It's just that, well,

Mrs Lange is out of hospital.

She's feeling much better now.

Oh, I'm pleased to hear that.

That's great.

And it was all a bit of a rush that day,

that day that you came.

OK.

That application that you gave me,

I ran it by Mrs Lange, and...

Well, you see, the thing is...

How shall I put this?

There's never been a boy here

called Eli.

There never has been.

And as for the paperwork,

well, the picture that was with it,

it's totally blank.

There's nothing on it.

Eli?

In what? Do you believe?

In angels.

That's what Samuel's name means...

God has heard.

Dear Zooey.

By the time you read this,

I will be gone.

Don't worry.

I know where I'm going.

I always know.

It's where I've been

that's more important,

and you guys

have been really good to me.

I know how hard it was for you

dealing with Samuel's death,

the pain you must have felt.

I want you to know

it wasn't your fault.

Lives are taken from this world

with seemingly no reason.

It's all part of the mysteries

of a box we wish we could see inside

but cannot.

Bad things sometimes happen

to good people.

There's no reason why things happen.

They just do.

The pain goes

and in time will get replaced

with memories of the past.

You'll forget the hurt...

..and begin to remember the joy

he brought to your life.

I love you, Mummy.

I hear it will be a girl.

Cherish and love her,

as I know you will.

Only a parent can know

the love for a child

and how much joy

they bring into your life.

And as for me, don't worry,

I'll see you again one day.

Love, your little angel, Eli.

Hi. Mrs Lange sent me.

It would be nice to think

that someone's watching over us,

taking care of us.

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