♥ Emily Marie
♥ March 1, 13
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My small fingers grip chunks of play dough as I mash it into different creations. The wad of pink sculpting material sits in between my palms as I roll it around to create snowmen. My baby sister, Madeline, is taking a nap in the pack and play that sits next to our social worker's desk. Our social worker, Ms. Clark, picked us up yesterday from the hospital where mommy dropped me and Madeline off to play. Now, she is typing on her laptop and making phone calls to find us a new family. I cannot figure out why she has to find me a new family when mommy is alive. She just forgot to pick us up. My train of thought is interrupted when the office door opens. I whip my small head around to see who is there...
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♥ March 1, 13
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My small fingers grip chunks of play dough as I mash it into different creations. The wad of pink sculpting material sits in between my palms as I roll it around to create snowmen. My baby sister, Madeline, is taking a nap in the pack and play that sits next to our social worker's desk. Our social worker, Ms. Clark, picked us up yesterday from the hospital where mommy dropped me and Madeline off to play. Now, she is typing on her laptop and making phone calls to find us a new family. I cannot figure out why she has to find me a new family when mommy is alive. She just forgot to pick us up. My train of thought is interrupted when the office door opens. I whip my small head around to see who is there...
[Anyone can comment.]
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