I was orphaned just before I turned ten, and became a ward of the state until I reached adulthood (even during my early Naval career).
I would have given almost anything to be adopted. If it was into a traditional family, wonderful. But I would not have objected to being adopted by a single person. Or a couple of friends.
I had a loving pair of parents until I was nine. That was as stable as could be. Until one day it wasn’t. Nothing is guaranteed.
You have to think about the problems of the situation they are in, compared to what they could have - not just think of some ideal that is, in practice, unobtainable - if it wasn’t, there wouldn’t be kids looking for homes.
I was lucky - my situation wasn’t too bad, and eventually was pretty good. But even so... I would have loved a family. A real one. Imperfect - all families are imperfect in some way or another.
Yeah, my mum used to be a social worker who worked in a children’s care home in the ‘70s, based on the stories I’ve heard about vulnerable children having to share living space with often profoundly disturbed kids who liked to ape the behaviour of their own parents, not to mention growing up being brought up largely by staff who by definition do not have time to give any individual child the care and attention they need to grow up well-adjusted, I’d say that pretty much any parent that isn’t violent or a paedophile is better than growing up in an institution.