This blog post has been authored by Stand Out Online Member Opal Meeks, Pivot Beauty Wins
“But you’re the only parent I have left mommy,” my daughter cried. “Why do I have to move to Texas to be adopted by uncle Prince and Aunty Stacy?” My heart broke. I wanted to be strong for both of us but tears trickled down my face as I tried to find my voice. We’ve lived in this shelter for five long years Jada. The only thing I want more than anything else is for you to have a better future than this one.”
As we continued to converse in tears, I remembered the gloomy Monday afternoon when I told her that her father had been shot and killed. We’d made a promise that we would keep on going and that we’d never give up.
That night; sadness, guilt and disappointment were relentless. I cried so hard I had to squeeze my pillow tightly over my mouth to keep the sound from escaping. I didn’t know what else to do. I’d been trying …