Dear ML

Dear ML,

I don’t know what to do, sweet girl. When I first started fostering, a kid threatening me with a knife would have been waaaaay out of my comfort zone. And yet, I am so torn. I want so badly to be able to help you heal, and to keep you safe. What can I do? How can I balance your needs with everyone’s safety?

Sometimes it fees like all I do with you kids is fail. So many kids have to be hospitalized. So many kids leave. But I wonder if beating myself up over it is kind of like a hospice working feeling guilty when patients die. When you’re up against something so big, maybe you never really have a chance.

Maybe, the best thing I can do for you, my precious girl, is to give you what I can and then let you go.

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