“I’m just a harsh reminder of what has happened to her,” writes foster mom Laura Boccaleone of her new foster placement, a little girl she calls Holly. Holly is a small, sweet, quiet girl who won’t let her foster mom – this usurper, this inadequate replacement for her birth mother – get close enough to touch or hold or soothe her when she’s sad.
Laura writes, “It breaks my heart to see Holly in such an unthinkable pain. I sit close to her, and I feel the room filling up with all her agony. I want to hold her, console, and stroke her hair. But I can’t. She won’t let me.”