I scoured through my fridge and cupboard to see what I had. Usually, in the morning, I make a quick fruit salad and go. Plus, I haven’t gone shopping in two weeks. “Okay, how about chocolate chip pancakes and eggs?” I suggested. “No!” She started to cry. “Alright, uh, you know what? I found a waffle maker in the drawer,” I lied. I was just going to cut the pancakes in squares; she wouldn’t know the difference. Instantly, she stopped crying and went to the living room. Little faker. I started cooking. I made myself a pot of coffee while I was at it. I need this whole pot to function correctly anyway. I poured a fresh cup and drank it while cooking. Soon, I finished her breakfast and called her in. I never really eat this much in the morning so I just made a parfait. “So, you have to go to daycare today because I have work.” I leaned on the counter. “Just for a few hours.” She never said a word. I really hope she behaves today. The daycare always calls me about her acting up and I have to leave work to get her. I understand that she’s not used my lifestyle and being with her mom. But to be honest, I’m not used to her lifestyle either. I broke my thoughts and decided to just get both of us ready. She followed me up the stairs so I could give her a quick bath and twist her hair. She picked out her own outfit, being the little diva she is. Just like her momma. When I was done with her, I left her in her room and ran to go get myself ready. I did my normal hygiene routine and put on my business attire. I ran through my hair with the flat iron quickly and I was ready. We left the house and I went to Brey’s temporary daycare. I had to get her enrolled in school today. I dropped her off inside and sped back off. I had quite a bit to do this morning. I arrived at the office very early, but I guess it was somewhat of a good thing. I sat down at my desk and got out my client files for the day. Once those were organized, I started making phone calls. First, I called Rosewood Elementary School. I had to get her enrolled in this one; it was the most convenient for me and sounded like a good school. The secretary told me that it was past the deadline for enrollment but once I explained the situation she was able to enroll Brey. Okay, that’s done. I checked the time and saw that it was 9:00. I should have time before Sienna comes to finish my personal business. Just as I thought that, she walked through the door. Just great. “I know I’m early but my grandma had somewhere to go.” She plopped down on the couch and I nodded. “Okay Sienna …” I started but my phone started ringing. I told her to hold on and answered. “Hello?” “Is this Mariyah Desmond?” A woman asked. “Yes, this is she. May I ask who this is?” I tried to be professional even though I was a little stressed. “This is Shelia Ward from the Department of Children Services. I’m the caseworker on your file regarding Breylyn Simmons. I was calling to set up a date to meet.” “Niya did mention something about signing papers. What would we be meeting about?” “Well, I would have to ask you and Breylyn questions, observe the home and eventually decide where the child will end up.” I shifted in my seat. “If I think you are fit and she is safe, she can stay with you. If I don’t, she would be placed in foster care.” I pushed my hair out of my face and sighed. “Okay, well how about this Friday? I have off of work.” “Sounds perfect. Expect me around 12:00.” “Alright, thank you.” I hung up. This is all way too much. I can’t let Brey go into foster care but she’s not warmed up to living with me yet.
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