Today the kids’ social worker is coming over for a routine visit and I’ve asked her to be the one to deliver the news to Sprout. She admitted that even after 10 years in her job, that talk still makes her nervous and she’s never quite sure if she’s saying it right. Which confirms my suspicions…there just isn’t a “right way” to tell a child such a thing.
On a side note, I found out where mom has been the past few weeks…
in rehab.
I don’t know why, but that makes me want to cry.
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