The news of Blossom’s reunification was difficult for a number of reasons. Sad for the foster family, worried for Blossom and bio mom, anticipating hurt and confusion for Sprout, fear about loosing touch with Blossom, and then there was something else. Something deep and powerful that I couldn’t quite put my finger on for a while.
Well, I know what it is now. Survivor’s guilt. Such a strange feeling…tucking my children into bed every night. MY children. The ones I get to keep forever and ever. My happy ending come true.
But why? Why us?
Right time, right circumstances.
It so easily could have been us with the broken hearts and home. Instead, it was someone else this time and I can’t help but think of their pain when I look into the faces of my joy.