I gathered my courage last week – Wednesday, to be exact – and called the caseworker. I had to leave a message. I asked her to call me back and let me know what was happening. No call back.
I then called the foster mom. It “wasn’t a good time” but she did tell me they still have ‘Princess’ in their home. She said she would write me. Nothing yet.
I, of course, jump to the conclusion that they don’t want to tell me what I would consider bad news.
I wish we had never gotten the phone call.
I wish there was someway I could have stayed uninvolved emotionally.
I wish I had never seen her photograph.
I wish I hadn’t given her a name in my heart.
I wish I had never told the boys.
I wish someone would contact me so that I can quit wishing.


