She sat staring coldly at her case manager, a slight grin across her face, black hair, slick, shiny, plastic.
I watch this woman stoically stare at her inquisitors; Women whom she deems unworthy, unrespectable, other.
Women who have no business in her affairs, and know nothing of her hardships.
I watch this woman, trying to understand her, trying not to judge; while remembering her children’s tears when their mother didn’t show.
I watch this woman, this biological mother, and hope that someday she realizes that there are more important things than herself.
While praying for her children’s happiness.