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  • Ever After

    Ah, sweet Meggie, the first baby that I brought home who would not stay, the baby that I fell in love with in a matter of days and spent five and a half months loving and raising before she was taken from us.  When she first left I e-mailed each month on her birthday to see how she was doing.  After several months I called her caseworker to check on her.  I was devastated to hear that, while Meggie was at that time still safe with a good foster family, it appeared she would soon be going to live in a very bad situation.

    And I stopped e-mailing.  I stopped calling.  I couldn’t bear to have the worst confirmed.  I wanted to hold onto my fragment of hope that maybe she would be okay, that God wouldn’t let that happen to her.  So the months passed and I hid in my fear, embracing ignorance of the truth rather than facing the pain that truth might bring.

    Finally, as an important meeting loomed, things were dredged up that I had tried to keep buried. I found that I was just barely brave enough to seek some answers.  I was going to have to face the truth of Meggie’s fate no matter how much I wanted to keep my head buried in the sand.  And so, with shaking, hands I e-mailed her new …