I was bathing my daughter when my sister called. Her voice was tense. “I’m sorry… I had to do what’s best for the kids. CPS will be there in the morning.” Then the line went dead. I stood there frozen, slowly understanding what she had just done.
I was kneeling on the bathroom floor, the humidity thick with the scent of strawberry bubblegum shampoo, rinsing suds from my six-year-old daughter’s hair. Maya was laughing, trying to shape …
I was bathing my daughter when my sister called. Her voice was tense. “I’m sorry… I had to do what’s best for the kids. CPS will be there in the morning.” Then the line went dead. I stood there frozen, slowly understanding what she had just done. Read More