Rigby At twenty, I could confidently say that I was happy with my life the way it was, but I couldn't say the same about my past. There were things I wish I knew. Things that would make me understand why I grew up in foster care. Nevertheless, I was happy, and I didn't think a forty-six-year-old single dad and his toddler would ever add to my happiness. The moment Grant and his four-year-old son Benny walked into my life, I never imagined connecting...