Just got the news from M’s aunt K that Hermanito is in foster care and his paternal grandparents are hoping to get him. I don’t know anything about them or their chances, I just know I feel heartbroken. Cindy wrote an email to aunt K that was just so full of despair and heartbreak that it made me weep. Say what you will about her life choices, but she relives this nightmare over and over and it’s literally killing her.
And I ache for Hermanito, a little baby now going through the terrible trauma of being separated from all he’s ever known. Fuck, it’s all so miserable. I want this kid to be ok like I want my daughter to be ok. I love him and really don’t know him, but he’s family. Any family of M’s is family of mine.
I’ll see if somehow, someway I can pass my info on to some caseworker. All I have is the name of the county and Cindy’s name, but I’m sure they’ve worked with less. I just want to try to keep in touch, like I do with M’s other siblings.