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TRUST (originally I wanted to write about trust between partners in a relationship, but got sidetracked by the foster children we cared for this weekend...)
I’m not supposed to go with strangers, or talk to people in uniforms. My mommy said I should hide in the basement, so here I am. I hear her scream, and I become scared. Someone is hurting my mommy! You smile at me with kind eyes, but all I see are my mother’s tears. You speak soothing words as you lift me into your strong arms. I have no choice and I submit without even a tear. I watch with eyes too wide as my mother is restrained and you walk out of my home. I don’t even notice how gently you carry me.
Your car doesn’t have flashy lights, but I didn’t need them to know you are a police officer. I know that police officers carry bad guys away to a scary place called jail. You place me in the back seat of your car, speaking soothing words I don’t really hear. It is clean, and smells funny. I don’t like it here and I start to cry as you buckle my seatbelt. Where am I going now? What will jail be like?
We pull up to a house with a big yard. There are other children playing there. I am told this is where I will live. I ask for my mommy every night, but no one ever answers me. You come to my new house and talk to me every now and then. You talk to my foster mom and you talk to my teachers. Then you go away and we don’t see you. I don’t see my mommy. She said she would always love me, that she would always be there.
I’ve lived in several houses since then, and now it’s time to leave again. My new mommy is coming to pick me up today. I’ve met her a few times, and played in her big house. I’ve seen my new room and new toys. I know my new daddy and my new brothers and sisters. They all say nice things to me. They tell me they love me and that they will never hurt me. They tell me they will never leave me. Maybe, just maybe, I should leave them before they get the chance.
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I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.
--Douglas Adams
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