Destiny was our neighbor. She was nine years old. Her dad had a restraining order, her brother was taken away in an ambulance and her mom left with her new boyfriend. She found out when her grandparents came to pick her up from school. I pray for her from time to time.

No matter how hard my life gets I don’t ever want to do that to my kids. I am not a perfect parent but they make me want to be.

  1. That’s what I’ve been exposed to in my urban neighborhood. A lot of abandonment. A lot of caseworkers showing up. A lot of absent parents. All I can do is pray.

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