We don't even have an exit date yet. Sure, in our heads and in our hearts, we know it's somewhere down the road, but no one is packing. I suppose we have discussed that we have spent our last Christmas together, but we still have a ways to go. Yet the worrier is still worrying. Worrying her little heart out.
"Mommy, when (caseworker) comes to take me to live at (x) or (y)'s house, I'm gonna be so so so sad. I will give you a big, big hug so I will never forget you."
Right back at you, sweet girl.
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