‘Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…’

Diva has a friend at school who is in foster care. I know a lot about the situation because my daughter tells me everything. Monday, she came home and told me that she was really worried about her friend. From what I’m told there is a brother who had a lot of emotionally problems and because of the brother, the current foster home, a single Mom from the sound of it, has decided that she can no longer foster the two of them. There was an Uncle attempting to get custody, but that didn’t pan out and the parents, well, there are serious endangerment issues there. Obviously or the kids wouldn’t be in state custody. Children Services has decided to place the brother into a group home that specializes in behavioral therapy and since they want to keep the kids together, Diva’s friend is moving there as well. Something about this situation doesn’t sit well with me. Particularly that it cannot be in HER best interest to moved out of school district she’s become accustomed to and away from the friends she’s made, because the brother needs serious behavioral help.

Diva asked me to call our case worker for Pickle and try to figure out what was going on. Then she flat out asked me to adopt her friend. She has such a big heart.

I could certainly shrug my shoulder, say it’s sad but not my problem and move on. But I can’t. Diva told my husband about it over dinner. When she left the room, we both had tears in our eyes. Jer knows what this is like firsthand since he was bounced around most of his childhood from one relative to another. He also knows that I have a huge heart. I take in children, I take in friends, I take in animals. It’s one of the reason he loves me. The man knew what he got himself into. I asked for his permission to at least call and get some more information. He said he wasn’t ready to commit to anything, but agreed that I should make the call. So I did. I called Children Services and just told them that I won’t pretend to know the whole situation but what I did know, really broke my heart and concerned me. I don’t know what I can do, but if there is SOMETHING, I want to know.

Im waiting for a call back from Diva’s friend’s case worker now.

5 thoughts on “‘Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…’

  1. One of my greatest dreams. There are so many kids out there who just need someone to care. Seems reasonable to find out what’s up and whether you can do something ((Hugs))

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