Recently I learned that my dad would be coming home from prison. I call him my dad but that is only the truth by blood. My real parents are my grandparents. They have always been their for me.
Because of my oldest sister and her two younger siblings being taken away from their mother by CPS, they will soon be living with us. That means that my father no longer will. Not sure which would be worse; crying children or a drug addict who has a problem with making valuables disappear. I guess getting to keep all my things is a big upside. Nothing but cleaning has been going on in the house (whenever I'm not busy working). Everything must be in great condition so that the social worker will allow the kids to be transported here. I am so relieved that they will be safe with us soon. I cannot sleep soundly knowing that they are with complete strangers.
