Last week on the playground I saw Angelina, a sweet girl usually in school, on the other side of the fence.
I asked why she wasn't in school, and she said, with a radiant look, "Because we're moving!"
Because of staffing levels, we had to restrict the preschool to 16 kids today. In the past two weeks, it has been almost a new a place, with a lot of children gone and new faces coming in.
A couple kids in the current class, including a pair of sisters who have a number of other young siblings, said they are moving this week, too.
Kids are supposed to leave, and when they get a new, stable place outside the shelter, it's a happy day. I'll miss some of them, but don't want to see them again.
If I do, it will likely mean the bottom fell out.
One girl who has been here the longest and is a bit of a drama queen said today to one of the other kids, "I don't have a brother no more, just two sisters, one mommy and one dad."
I'm not sure what that meant, and don't particularly want to find out.
Because I can't do anything about it. But I can make four of their hours be the best they can be.
