I wrote this on my Facebook just two months after my children were removed from my home. I remember what life was like amidst the chaos of rearing children. I remember how busy, curious and ingenious my tiny humans were. They consumed every moment of mine every single day. They made me into a better person. I was no longer selfish, or self-centered. Everything I did, I did for them. I rememberthe very moment that each child was born. I remember feeling their tiny warm bodies

One ordinary night in the Summer of 2016, August 13th to be exact, I was making spaghetti for my family. My hubby was at the fire station- so it was just me and my girls. I had just dropped my noodles into the pot of boiling hot water with just the right amount of salt and olive oil to make the dinner yummy when I was interrupted by a knock on my front door. Disturbed by my children trying to run towards the door, despite my previous warnings about how they should never go