Torfaen foster carers celebrated at awards ceremony
An event was held at the Parkway Hotel in Cwmbran to recognise these carers, including a special awards ceremony and lunch.
The awards coincided with Foster Care Fortnight, which runs from May 12 to May 25.
As one of the carers who received a special recognition award, Sharon-Ann, who has been fostering for 12 years, said: "I'm very grateful to have been nominated.
"It was lovely to come together with other carers and be recognised for the time and care we've given to children when they've needed it most."
Another carer who was recognised at the event, Emma from Pontypool, said: "I was completely surprised to receive the special recognition award, but very grateful.
"It's a wonderful feeling to know that what we do is appreciated when we welcome a young person into our home."
For foster carers who were unable to attend the event, the Foster Wales team personally delivered bouquets of flowers to their homes.
Torfaen's executive education member, councillor Richard Clark, said: "We are incredibly grateful for the unwavering support and the positive impact foster carers have."
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