Felicia’s nature is very “very.” She is either very joyful or very dejected, very motivated or very apathetic, very loving or very spiteful, very respectful or very defiant, very calm or very chaotic. There seems to be no middle ground, and every day she walks into class, I know whether it will be a good day or a bad day for her.
I knew today was going to be a bad day.
As usual, it took only one question for Felicia to engage, and that question was, “Did you get your rubric signed by your dad last night?” She responded, “No, because he said that we ain’t his kids anymore…” and then she went off on a tantrum.
I took her into the hallway and asked her to elaborate. With a shaky voice, she said, “I have five sisters. My dad always wanted a boy, see, but he never got one, just six girls. And now, he don’t want to deal with us anymore and said that we ain’t his kids anymore. He’s been going to the courthouse to try and sign over his rights so that we will get turned over to state’s custody. He goes back in nine days to see if things get approved. So it’s like that, he don’t want us.”
I don’t know what will happen to Felicia, but I do know that God has promised that if our father or mother abandons us, He will take us in (Psalm 27:10). And we serve a promise-keeping God. That’s my hope. That’s your hope. That’s her hope.
Pray for Felicia before you go to sleep tonight.