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Jun. 18th, 2006 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumMy arms hurt, and at first I couldn't figure out why, but then I remembered. On Friday at the first playoff baseball game, Amber (my friend's 5 year old foster daughter) was playing with this little girl and the girl was trying to show Amber how to do cartwheels. Well, for some reason I decided to see if I could still remember how to do them. Good news, I can. Bad news, I'm too old for cartwheeling around a park, and they kept asking me to 'show them again.'
It was fun though. There is something so joyous in a cartwheel. It's very freeing. Painful, ultimately, but freeing.
Then we played "London Bridge is Falling Down" and Amber thought that was the best game ever. She'd never even heard of it before, which indicates rather clearly the type of life she had before going to my friends'.
Amber's mother, as I may have mentioned, was/is a drug addict, and the three children were woefully neglected. There were feces everywhere, the kids were foraging for food in the trash, and the mother expected five year old Amber to take care of the two-year old twins.
Not sure where the father was in all this, but whenever he did bother to show up, it was only to sexually molest his daughter. He is now trying to get custody of the children, but if there is any justice in this universe at all, and I pray to God there is, he won't get it, and the parental rights will be terminated. The mother is currently in jail.
The thing that really gets me is how both the parents truly expected Amber to be an adult, albeit in different ways. She should have been learning how to play London Bridges, not trying to care for her brother and sister and being used as a sexual thing by her father. Why do people do this? Why are they so stupid?
Anyway, back to more cheerful topics. We spent the day at the pool yesterday and are heading back there today. Amber told her Mom that she wanted "Carol with the pretty brown hair and pink lipstick" to play with her again in the pool. How cute is that?
Oh, I have someone interested in the Hoosier, and I think she'll pay the price I'm asking, so keep your fingers crossed!
It was fun though. There is something so joyous in a cartwheel. It's very freeing. Painful, ultimately, but freeing.
Then we played "London Bridge is Falling Down" and Amber thought that was the best game ever. She'd never even heard of it before, which indicates rather clearly the type of life she had before going to my friends'.
Amber's mother, as I may have mentioned, was/is a drug addict, and the three children were woefully neglected. There were feces everywhere, the kids were foraging for food in the trash, and the mother expected five year old Amber to take care of the two-year old twins.
Not sure where the father was in all this, but whenever he did bother to show up, it was only to sexually molest his daughter. He is now trying to get custody of the children, but if there is any justice in this universe at all, and I pray to God there is, he won't get it, and the parental rights will be terminated. The mother is currently in jail.
The thing that really gets me is how both the parents truly expected Amber to be an adult, albeit in different ways. She should have been learning how to play London Bridges, not trying to care for her brother and sister and being used as a sexual thing by her father. Why do people do this? Why are they so stupid?
Anyway, back to more cheerful topics. We spent the day at the pool yesterday and are heading back there today. Amber told her Mom that she wanted "Carol with the pretty brown hair and pink lipstick" to play with her again in the pool. How cute is that?
Oh, I have someone interested in the Hoosier, and I think she'll pay the price I'm asking, so keep your fingers crossed!