Homeless Siblings

         This past week was probably one of the hardest for me and here is why. A brother and a sister came to us because they were homeless. You could tell right from when they walked in because of the smell on them and the clothes they had on were too big and dirty. The brother seemed to be developmentally behind. The sister just seemed to be mad all the time.
          Their dad was the one homeless and who turned them in for a good reason we hope. He just couldn't care for them right and he knew it. Mom was not in the picture. It was so cute because I took the little girl "shopping" in our store closet and every time I would get out a shirt or pants she would say, "that's pretty". Just broke my heart.
           For both of them, if I left the room they would just start to scream and cry. The brother held on tight to me every time I held him. I was the one to calm him down. It was sad because we had to split those two up Friday and the brother had to go somewhere else because he really needed that one on one attention. This was the 1st time that I "complained" (felt like it to me) but really spoke out for a child wondering why he couldn't stay. I asked, "why can't he stay? We had one like him before." It was the right choice for him.
          I got to take him all the way out to the car and it was sad. I just thought though that we had another boy like him before and I took the day he left off. If I was there when that boy that I took care of for 45 days when he left I would have started to cry. I mean I almost cried when this boy left and he was there for only 3 days.
         The stories we get are hard sometimes but it is then you know you will really make a difference in that child's life because it is all about the child. At least, there is a place that the children can go where they are safe and well taken care of. Instead, of being out on the street with dad.