“Do you have a pair of socks I can borrow? Size four.” A preschool-aged boy sits in the entry of our door, sheepishly looking up at me, soaked with shame in his eyes. One black sock, another white. A hole so large, his feet freeze right through, this cold fall night. Frost blanketing his life. His black […]
A Letter To My Foster Child Stuck In “The System” on Her Birthday
I made you birthday pancakes today. They weren’t round. They weren’t perfect. You probably won’t even remember them. But I made them because I love you. You didn’t mind their raggedy shape, the fact that they were a little burnt on the backs, though I turned them down when I gave them to you. You ate […]