Two Worlds

"When I go back home to live with my mom am I going to still have visits with you?" 

"No bud.  We'll give you our phone number and you can call us any time you want and hopefully we will get to spend some time with you.  But you won't be able to have visits like you do now."

He's torn between two very different worlds.  A child stuck in between two places he desperately wants to be. 

A mom he desperately loves. Free reign. Family. History and heritage. Freedom.

A family with a DAD. Swim lessons and vacations. Time and attention.

He wants both worlds.  He cares about us.  But he can't have us.  His time here is limited and short.  He will go home...soon...and he is happy about that.  But when he does who is going to play Uno with him?  Who is going to throw a baseball with him? Who is going to think he is the best thing in the world and tell all their friends, "that's MY brother"? 

He's not sure how to reconcile that we will move on with life, bring other foster kids into our home, adopt.  His picture will remain on our walls and in our hearts but we will move on.  He, however, will always wonder.