Starting Small

Here i am, writing another entry less than a month after my previous one. I am thinking of sticking to one topic, because i just don’t have th energy to write a lot.

This evening i spoke to my 6 year old nephew for the first time since i dropped him off with his mom (or, her boyfriend to be more precise) at the end of June. A lot has happened with this little guy since then. Less than a week of dropping him off in a sketchy situation, he and his sister we picked up by Child Protective Services (CPS in WA State, but goes by other names in other states) and placed into foster care. For the previous 6 months my nephew J was with me, while his sister D was with my sister. The  mom was supposed to get things together, get a job, a place to live. What she did get was a new boyfriend and a place to live. And a new drug habit, we suspect. I do not know if any of you know what it;s like to live in the drug culture and cycle of poverty, but thats what she has to face.

CPS must have found her domicile sorely lacking, because they are now in foster care. In the process, the poor kiddos had all of their stuff stolen. When i spoke to J today one of the first things he asked was about the Super Mario Brothers blanket i had bought him (but was with his stolen items) he was hoping he had left it with me and i could bring it back. I promised him one for Christmas. Right now, with my first paycheck not coming for a month, i can barely afford to buy myself some leisure time at the local coffee shop.

Well dearlings, i will come back with more words to share… and try to get back in the habit of writing more frequently. I will need it with this new job, new city, new life. Take care, all.