It's been about 1 year since our foster child left our home, returning to the birth family.
I still think about the child every day. I have a picture on my desk. I think of the laughter, the smiles, the hugs. And how the child just fit in with our family so well.
We've lost touch with the family. Phone, address, and email do not work. I asked around for updated contact information, but no one had any.
There's a hole in my heart. I have to avoid thinking about it to stay calm. (This is hard to write.)
We're due with our second child next month, in April. I'm looking forward to seeing our new child. I'm certain I will adore our baby daughter.
There will always be a place in my heart for our foster child, and nothing else can fill it.
If you ever read this: I hope you're okay. Someday, I hope to see you again. And remember, I love you, and I will always be your Baba.
I still think about the child every day. I have a picture on my desk. I think of the laughter, the smiles, the hugs. And how the child just fit in with our family so well.
We've lost touch with the family. Phone, address, and email do not work. I asked around for updated contact information, but no one had any.
There's a hole in my heart. I have to avoid thinking about it to stay calm. (This is hard to write.)
We're due with our second child next month, in April. I'm looking forward to seeing our new child. I'm certain I will adore our baby daughter.
There will always be a place in my heart for our foster child, and nothing else can fill it.
If you ever read this: I hope you're okay. Someday, I hope to see you again. And remember, I love you, and I will always be your Baba.
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