Does she stare at me or is it just my imagination?
She is with her sisters. They look remarkably alike. All of them look at me now. Do they know who I am?
One of her sisters has a baby sitting in the shopping cart, but my friend doesn’t have her kid with her. Was the child removed?
Months ago, that one day when it happened- I didn’t even know she lived there. But I saw. And I knew her. And she walked into her house, so then I knew her address.
I am a mandatory reporter.
So I called the intake worker at social services to make a report. Funny, I knew the worker who answered, which made it easier in a way. Still, my hands shook as I held the phone.
I hated phone calls anyway, but that one could have consequences.
Back home from the store, I snoop on Facebook. Turns out she no longer has her child in her custody.
This really just boils down to the selfish question that haunts me, like her gaze does every time I see her at the store. Does she blame me for losing her child?
And why do I even think that? Social workers and judges are the ones who actually deal with angry parents everyday.
But little me? That was my first report and I am a scardy cat.