i drop him off and wonder where he goes. i worry about him because he tells me to stop here, at this corner. he doesn't want me to drive further into the ghetto. he gets weird  stares when he gets out of my car. and then i get weird stares for being in my car. on that side of town.
it messes with me, ya know. he sees my discomfort and knows that i shouldnt be here. he gets worried and bounces. i see my discomfort and just get annoyed. and then scared. so i bounce too.
i wrestle between worrying about him from one thursday to the next and feeling helpless, because what can i a  middle class white girl do for some middle school boy who has a jacked up life.
not a whole lot.
one day. out of seven. im confident he gets a good meal and is somewhere safe for 3 hours. one day, three hours.
thats it.
i hate it. there isn't even a but to follow up. i just hate it.
my prayer is for redemption to come on all levels. for restoration to be brought. and for Glory to be revealed.