Part 19

Part 19

Five months went pass and so did more visits, they were all about the same for the most part; sleeping, a few phone calls, and her being mad at the World for what she’s doing wrong. The great thing is Heather and Mike has come to terms with them not being able to get emergency custody of me and started to joke with one another about what the Master told them, that they have no standing. It was really nice to see them laugh and smile again, and they didn’t change towards me, they still love and care for me as if I were theirs. It’s Easter and I'm eight months old now, Heather and Mike got us all dressed up to get our pictures taken, everyone received a picture by their self and guess what, I was in the family picture. I didn’t know I was going to be that excited about being in a picture but I was, because I was in a family portrait with my family; this way I will never be forgotten even if I do go back with my mom. After the pictures we went back home to change and instead of staying in for Easter dinner, we went to a fun zone. Everyone was playing and jumping, the lights are so pretty, and bright. I wanted to touch everything and Mike allowed me to do just that. I sat on his lap and drove a car inside of the fun zone, he won me a teddy bear, and fed me the inside of French fries; I was in heaven. Then it happened, I was let down on the floor while Mike was holding my arms, allowing me to feel what walking felt like. I can’t wait to walk, everyone that walks seems like they have so much fun in our house; I want to walk and have fun with my family too.

We had so much fun at the fun zone, on the ride home we were all sleeping, well except Mike and Heather. I was holding onto the youngest boy’s finger, he’s about five years old, and for whatever reason I can’t remember his name; it’s a hard name to remember, so I just call him boy in my head. I don’t remember what happened after that, the next morning I was in my crib, in my pajamas, and the radio was on playing the classical music that they listen too on Saturday mornings, but I knew today was a work day for both so I didn’t know what was going on. I laid there for a little while talking out loud to myself, playing with my feet when the door opens. I rolled over to see who it was and I had no clue who this woman was that was standing in my bedroom doorway so I did what Heather and Mike told the older kids to do and yell out stranger danger. Of course it didn’t come out like that, so crying was the next best thing. Heather walked in introducing me to the woman and she asked Heather if she would be willing to bring me down while she talks to them, she wants to see how I interact with them and now would be the best time to do that. Heather agreed and explained that she will need to get me washed up and fed before coming downstairs; the woman wanted to stay while Heather got me together for the day.

The entire time all the lady did was talk, Heather couldn’t sing to me like she normally does because we had company. Come to find out, the lady that’s here is my mom’s new caseworker. The case has been switched over because they brought my mom in for a drug screening a few days after Heather and Mike went to the family court to file for emergency custody of me. It may not have worked like they wanted it too but it did work. By the time we got downstairs I was so happy that my mom would get the help she needs and hopefully will get herself clean enough to have me back, with the understanding that I want to see my family; and not to exclude them out of my life because she’s angry for her wrong doings. I love my mom but I don’t love the stuff she does or the way she acts when she’s sick. Mike tells me funny stories about my mom every night. The fun things they did together, how she was a really sweet person but is sick now, and one day that she’ll be back to her loving self. I want to meet that person, I would love to meet her, so maybe one day soon she’ll be back to her funny, loving self; the one that Mike knows.