"I need to tell you something. Remember the day you came here? People wanted you to have a safe place to live and play?"
Nod.
"Miss Caseworker, Miss Attorney and Mr. Judge have decided that it's time for you to go to a new house."
Two-year-old wanders off here.
"Tomorrow will be your last day of school."
Two-year-old is back.
"After that, we will put your jammies and toothbrush and clothes and swim trunks and books and toys into a bag. On Wednesday, Miss Caseworker will come to drive you to New Person's house."
Someone scoots closer. Someone else is on my lap now.
"You will have a new bed and new school. We will say good-bye and I will miss you so much."
-What you gonna do when we go? You gonna eat lunch?
"Yes, I will eat and work and take care of Stubby, but New Person will take care of you."
-You be sad?
"Yes. I will miss you."
-I gonna miss you too.
And then he turned, thinking I couldn't see, and wiped tears from his eyes.
-Let's go mailbox, Mommy Tammy.
"Alright, Buddy. Get your shoes."
And as smoothly as that, I have pulled the rug that is security out from under their feet.
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