Martin Luther King Day, a national holiday in our country, was under celebrated today because of the pandemic. It was certainly very quiet here with just my sister, my granddaughter, and I. I finally started to read “A Promised Land” by Barack Obama-he’s a really good writer!! I was drawn to his story from the first sentence in the preface. I’d probably still be reading it if I didn’t have to put a 7 year old to bed. I swear she still suffers the effects of in uterine drug abuse by some of her behaviors, especially at night. Its harder than hell to get her to go to sleep. It’s like she comes alive at night. Her mom didn’t do her any favors when she chose to continue using heroin, or meth, or whatever was her drug of choice while she was pregnant with this beautiful little girl. I hope for her sake, it’s gets easier for her as she gets older.
So I’m a 66 year old widow raising 2 granddaughters ages 14 and 7 and a great niece age 14. My older granddaughter who is 20 and my 58 year old sister also live here. I’ve not really ever had time to be lonely since my husband passed 13 years ago. My son was here briefly, but it wasn’t long before he moved out. Then my daughter and her family moved in for about 2 months before she and her significant other found a house. I think it was less than a year after they moved that I became a relative placement for my great nephew and niece who had been removed from their mother’s care. It was only supposed to be for 6 months. I didn’t know these kiddos as well as my youngest sister did so I asked her to move in with me to help. She had already bonded with them before they were taken from their mom, so I thought she could help make the transition for these small children easier. After all, they were only 3 and 2 years old. ...
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