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Dynisha keeps talking about her "New Home." She wrote a cute post on her blog about it. I'm really happy she's enjoying being with us. It's not like spending a lot of time with us is new to her, but the prospect of staying is different. We have been through our first full week of going to school, homework, and chores. We have all survived, but more than that, we have thrived. Somehow having her here makes the family feel more complete.
There's only one problem. I know that her mother will make her go home one day. I don't know when. I'm just pretty sure it will happen. Matthew is, too, and it makes him sad. He can't stand to see her write about her new house or hear her talk about her new home. He says when she leaves it's going to be bad. I'm not sure if he's talking about for himself or for her. I suspect that it's a little bit of both.
For now I'm enjoying it and not worrying about what happens tomorrow. I enjoy washing her clothes and hanging them up for her. I enjoy making sure she gets her homework done. I enjoy her endless chatter, most of the time. I enjoy watching her and Jamie together. They love each other so much. Not to say it's always picture perfect. She and Jamie fight like brother and sister. She's been around his whole life and he simply idolizes her. The first thing he asks when he gets off the bus each day is, "Is Isha home?"
When the kids headed off to school today it was clear, but chilly. By 10:00pm it was quite clear that the schools would be closing, though the television never made the announcement. Snow ws falling hard and laying fast. I was worried about Dynisha. Would she walk to my house in the snow? Would she ride the bus to her parents house? I didn't know. I couldn't reach her mother and I don't have custody. I would have to wait and see. It wasn't long until a car pulled into the driveway. Her father had brought her home.
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