Though I should have. A few nights ago Leo dreamed we’d be getting a baby girl.
This afternoon we got a call.
I had no idea who would be showing up at my door.
Her arrival has created more questions than answers. I know her name. I’ll call her Ophelia.
She’s a toddler. Her race is yet to be determined, though I imagine she’s at least part black.
I have no idea why she’s in care.
She came with the clothes on her back. A foster care bag. No shoes.
She screams, she climbs, she hits, she hits a lot.
She is having a very difficult time falling asleep. She doesn’t trust that we’re still here.
I get it. I feel for her. She’s suddenly in a strange home, with stange people who put her in a strange bed.
I hope, for as long as she’s here, she feels loved at least.