{"id":63795,"date":"2025-06-09T17:34:46","date_gmt":"2025-06-09T17:34:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=63795"},"modified":"2025-06-09T17:34:47","modified_gmt":"2025-06-09T17:34:47","slug":"i-didnt-plan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=63795","title":{"rendered":"I DIDN\u2019T PLAN"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-full\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"736\" height=\"988\" src=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/image-373.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-63796\" srcset=\"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/image-373.png 736w, https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/image-373-223x300.png 223w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 736px) 100vw, 736px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>It began like any patrol shift. While making rounds through a park in Modesto, I saw her\u2014barefoot, curled on a bench in a worn hoodie. She couldn\u2019t have been older than nineteen. When I asked if she was okay, she looked up and whispered, \u201cI\u2019m just trying to keep her warm.\u201d In her arms was a newborn\u2014tiny, fragile, maybe a week old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her name was Kiara. She\u2019d aged out of foster care, given birth alone in a motel, and had nowhere to go. The baby was Nia. No documents, no medical records\u2014just a scared mother trying to survive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We got them into a shelter. I thought that was the end\u2014until I visited again. And again. Kiara slowly opened up. One day she said, \u201cI\u2019m not ready to be a mom. But you\u2026 you care about her.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>What followed wasn\u2019t easy\u2014investigations, home studies, doubts. But when the judge said, \u201cCongratulations, Mr. Duvall,\u201d it all felt worth it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Nia is four now\u2014joyful, curious, radiant. And Kiara, in love and pain, gave her the greatest gift: a chance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sometimes, the smallest hands change your whole life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>also read&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It began like any patrol shift. While making rounds through a park in Modesto, I saw her\u2014barefoot, curled on a bench in a worn hoodie. She couldn\u2019t&#8230; <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":63796,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63795"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=63795"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63795\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":63797,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63795\/revisions\/63797"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/63796"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=63795"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=63795"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=63795"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}