48 hours has come and gone, and still no kids. I want my kids back.
I feel as if I'm in withdrawal, and I'll explain the symptoms.
I feel as if I'm unbalanced, and I'm missing something I need.
I haven't gotten any hugs from my kids in three days, and I miss their love.
I haven't heard any little voices calling out for Mommy and Daddy, and I miss that.
I feel as if I'm missing a limb, and it's disconcerting, to say the least.
After a year of being a foster parent, I guess I got addicted to the kids, and I wonder if I can live without any in the house. After this, I believe that kids keep an adult happy, and healthy, and give them a reason to go on. I can now understand why good parents move heaven and earth to complete their services and get their kids back.
If my kids ever went back to good homes, I wouldn't have a problem, but so far, the workers at CPS, and the judge let them go back to situations that I wouldn't let them near, just because services were completed.
Come home kids, daddy misses you.
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