When they go. When my foster children leave, it is heart breaking. I grieve for days. Sometimes it is hard to breathe. I’m never ready for it and it’s not something you can prepare for.
Two left, my home, and went to family, and I have no idea how they are doing. I still think about them everyday. I wonder what they are doing, how they are doing. They were my first FosterCare heartbreak.
Mikayla was reunited with her brothers and is being adopted by an amazing couple. I still keep in touch with her and she is doing remarkably well. She taught me how to be tough and how to quit being “weird” all the time. That’s what she would say to me when I cried, which was a lot by the way. She was quiet but when she had something to say you heard it.
Miss T has recently left my home. It’s hard, very hard but she is getting adopted by a loving couple. She was my first foster daughter, my first foster child.