I tell people all the time, foster kids are like your kids, like my grand kids, they are just kids. Chloe loved princesses just like my granddaughter Lucy does!. Her mother was a wanderer, who meets the wrong guys, isn't very stable and ends up in the wrong places, she makes too many bad choices and comes home one day to find her kids in foster care. This isn't a violent story, it isn't one that makes you cringe at the details, but it is always sad when children are separated from their parent, no matter what the reason.
I never really noticed the movie Enchanted until that day. It was on the TV above my desk, as I arrived at work. Chloe was on the couch engrossed in the movie. Her arm encirled a giant princess teapot, that looked bigger than her! Leaning on a magazine she was busy sketching a princess on a small tablet, mesmerized by the movie. Enchanted is one of those wonderful movies girls adore. There's lots of cute animals; a handsome prince, the "True Love's Kiss" guy; and a princess most girl dream of being. As Chloe watched on this sad day for her, this simple movie seemed to distract and also rekindle any dream hidden in her heart.
"Don't you love the songs?" she asks without moving her eyes from the screen. She looked down only for a minute to work on her princess.