I was chosen twice.
Both families wound up imploding.
The first time, the family didn’t implode until the kid was a lot older, and I couldn’t get anybody to listen to my concerns. I was basically laughed at to my face. Also the kid had some serious developmental issues. It was a big mess.
The second time the parents wound up messily divorcing, the kids went with mom, dad went on a spiritual quest to find himself and try half a dozen new and exciting religions and I haven’t seen the kid in over a decade.