Her Skin is Darker than Mine
It's taken me some time to write this as I struggled to find the words. For almost a full year, my wife and I were foster parents to a very special little girl. The call came on Friday of Memorial Day weekend last year. I had taken the afternoon off to enjoy a beautiful New England day and the unofficial start of summer. As I was heading out, DCF called to ask if we could take a 3 year old girl on an emergency basis - that means there was nowhere else for her to go and a foster home was needed for 72 hours. As the situation was explained based on what little info DCF shared, my mind started racing through what we would need for supplies, clothes, food and other items to support her. In addition, the words of my own daughter echoed in my head. I recalled talking with her about becoming a foster parent to which she replied – "you know when they call, you have to say yes as you could be the only option." Later that evening, two case workers and the little girl arrived