I was just doing my usual grocery shopping when I found a little girl sitting in my cart. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with fear, and whispered, "Don't give me back, I'm scared." In that moment, I knew everything was about to change.

I got up, rummaged through the kitchen, and made her a strong cup of coffee. I even cleaned up a bit and gave her some medicine.

We talked for a while, going over everything together. I assured her that she could visit Lily anytime she wanted. We decided that once she got a job and reached a stable emotional state, we could discuss Lily’s return.

Then, social services arrived. I hoped for a bit more time, but it was inevitable. As they entered, Lily came running.

“Mommy!” She flung her arms around Gloria, hugging her tightly.

Gloria knelt, wrapping her arms around Lily, holding her as if she didn’t want to let go.

“I’m here, baby,” she whispered. “I’m here.”

The moment was brief, but it was clear how much they meant to each other despite everything that happened. The social workers stood by, waiting patiently, and after a few moments, Lily slowly walked back to my side.

I spoke with the social workers and Gloria for a long time, explaining our plan. It was a difficult conversation, but after some discussion, they agreed. Lily would stay with me temporarily, and we would re-evaluate Gloria's progress in a few months. Relief filled me as the decision was made.

“It’s time to go, sweetie,” I said gently, taking her hand.