Hold Me in Your Arms
Flufftober Day 23
Karen Wilson/Hen Wilson
“That’s everything,” Kira said as she came back into the living room from doing a final check of her bedroom, making sure she had everything.
Hen looked at the bags piled high in the corner, like she could see into them to verify their contents. That would come in handy but is unfortunately a power she doesn’t possess. She’ll have to settle for taking Kira's word for it.
“You’re sure?” Karen asked from beside her. “Nothing in any drawers or under the bed.”
“Nothing. I got it all.” Kira confirmed.
“And then some. Where did all this come from?” Hen questions the amount of stuff Kira had accumulated since coming into the Wilson household.
“Kids need stuff,” Karen deflected, then turned, keeping the smile on her face as long as the kids could see. “Now, the social worker should be here any second.”
She was about to say more but was cut off by a knock at the door, more than likely the social worker they were waiting for.
“And here she is,” Hen said as she moved to the door to open it. “Hey, Diedra,” she greeted as she stood back to let the other woman in.
Diedra stepped in the house with greetings for everyone. They spent a few minutes exchanging pleasantries and catching up, Hen and Karen mostly just trying to delay the inevitable - one of their children walking out the door for the last time. Back to their family, back to another house that loves them.
“Ok, Kira, you ready to go?” Diedra asks the girl after it can’t really be put off any longer.
Kira stood, confident and ready. Hen felt a surge of pride that she and Karen contributed to that. They helped her at a time she desperately needed it and now she’ll leave here knowing she always has somewhere to turn if she needs it.
Hen and Karen stood more reluctantly, not wanting to have to say goodbye yet. This was always the hardest part, no matter how many times they’ve done it now.
All too soon, it’s time for Kira and Diedra to go. Hen and Karen help her out with her (many) bags and give final hugs in the driveway.
“Take care, hon,” Karen said as she stepped back from her hug.
“And call if you need anything. Anytime,” Hen told the young girl as she gave her own last hug.
Hen, Karen, and Denny waved as Kira and Deidra headed off down the street, then headed back inside, all of them quiet and subdued. Each time a child left them, it took awhile to settle back into the household routine without them. Each child became part of their lives and family for the time they were there.
It was already late afternoon so they went about their usual routine, making dinner and setting the table, acutely aware that someone was missing. Every so often, one of them would turn to someone who wasn’t there, a question or joke on their lips that would die off when the room didn’t contain the ears it was meant for.
Denny was used to this now but seeing siblings leave was never easy. He and Kira got along well, being about the same age. Now he finds himself doing dishes on his own and not sharing his bowl of popcorn when they sit down to watch a movie that night, feeling like something is missing.
His moms notice, of course, and cuddle close on either side, their little family clinging to each other for comfort.
All too soon it was bedtime for Denny. His Moms tucked in him, though he’s gotten a little too old for it. On nights like this, he allowed it.
“One down,” Karen’s smile dropped as she remembered that was all for tonight. Just one kid in the house.
“Two to go,” Hen replied softly. “Let’s go to bed.”
“I don’t think I can sleep yet. Just hold me.”
“As long as you’ll hold me.”
“Deal,” Karen said as she led the way to their bedroom. No matter what, they always had each other. That was the most important thing.