06/18/2026
Sarah Age 6- When they came into our house they scanned the area, they saw the open containers of alcohol and the evidence of our lives lived without adult supervision.
My little sister was hiding in our room unsure of who had knocked at our door. Mom wasn’t home. I had seen their badges so I let them in.
They questioned us and asked our ages. I told them I was 6 and it was ok I could take care of Lina. She was 2 but her birthday was coming up. The officers seemed very concerned that our mom hadn’t been home for a while.
Soon we were getting into a car and going to an office. They told us that they would find a family to take care of us but I thought I had been doing a good job.
We sat down and we overheard bits and pieces of conversations “How could she leave them like that ?” “Do you have room for two girls ?”
“We need a place for them …” . They finally said they had found a place for us. I hope they have food.
We talked to some more adults they asked us about what had happened in our house. I didn’t really want to talk about it. We were fine when it was just us but sometimes people stopped by that were mean. Lina couldn’t really tell them anything but they knew someone had hurt us. I didn’t like answering the questions and I just wanted to be with my sister.
Finally we were taken to the new home. They knocked on the door and a lady answered and welcomed us inside.
April - Foster Mom-
The knock on my door was expected since they called me a few hours ago but I still never get used to seeing those hurt little faces. These girls are 6 and 2. They have been through too much for their little souls. I want to just wrap them up in a big hug but I know they are scared and unsure of what’s going on.
When I get them in we look through their bags and see if there is anything useful and but most of the stuff can’t be salvaged. I pull out clothes I have and try to see if we can get them to take a bath. I talk to them about what they want to eat and then we decide to just get them a snack and let them rest.
I make a mental list of what they will need and say a prayer. When they finally fall asleep I message the foster closet. I know they can help.
