Allow me to be vague

Maybe a few hours ago, he was doing something..... at his house. Now he finds himself sitting on my couch watching a movie I have put on while I talk to the caseworker; LORAX> He loves this movie. 

Does he get what just happened? Does he know how long he’ll be here? Me neither.

When he stands at daycare for the first time and closes his eyes to cry. I wonder which part of this was more terrifying, more overwhelming. To be honest when I get in my car I cry too. The depth of the tragedy and the magnitude of the privilege of this is not lost on me.