If a Foster Baby Could Talk

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I have a foster mommy and a foster daddy. They are always there for me.

They feed me.

They change my diaper when I wet.

They comfort me when I cry.

They read me stories.

They sing me to sleep.

They tuck me into my car seat and take me for rides.

My brother and sister play with me.

They jump around and giggle and make funny faces.

They make me laugh. I feel safe and happy.

But today a strange person came and took me away.

My Mommy and my Daddy disappeared. My brother and my sister too.

Did I do something wrong? Did they send me away?

Don’t they love me anymore?

Now new people are cooing at me. But I don’t trust them.

They may leave me too.