For the last two and a half months, I have had a random teenage boy staying at my house with his dog. His father had to get some work because they were just made homeless, and so he took a job on a line boat for a month. I said I could take care of the kid and dog, it was still summer after all, but when it was time for dad to come home, he didn't. He hadn't called in over a month, so I called to get help. The person I called got the state involved, and it looked like I might become the kids foster parent. Today was the meeting with all involved parties and he will be going to Arizona to live with his mom, in a somewhat dubious siuation. The dad showed up at the meeting and laid the blame on everybody else. I've been waiting for the solution for this problem, but find myself a bit sad to see the kid go. It has been extremely difficult, and I'm glad that his mom is happy to take him, but I'm still worried for him. The feelings of being not wanted have got to be killing him, and I just hope I have done all I could to let him know I care and want the best for him.
