Madalyn nodded, “Same.”
“Okay. Since Lila is with us. Cole and I will take care of the boys. And you and Madalyn will take care of the girls. We’ve got two hours. Let’s get it.”
And with that, we all headed in different directions.
Shoes. Jackets. Shirts. Shorts. Pants. Socks. Underwear. Bras. Jewelry. Backpacks. Feminine hygiene products. You name it, we grabbed it.
And when the two-hour mark was almost upon us, we all moved toward the registers.
Bronson handed each of us a card.
As soon as everything was back in the carts, we headed to the truck and loaded it all in the back. I had wondered why Bronson had a canopy on the back of it when he normally didn’t.
And now, I know why.
But that wasn’t the last stop that we made.
Oh no.
We also stopped by a GameStop. Got a bunch of games and devices.
We even stopped at a novelty store to get some cool toys.
And Bronson and Cole even came into the beauty store so we could buy girlie things.
We all got back into the truck and then headed to the Whispering Falls Community Center.
Whispering Falls Community Center was set up by a woman who used to work for Social Services. Oftentimes, during fundraisers, she would lament how the system was broken at times. And she wished so many times that there was more she could do for the kids she had cases on.
So, Whispering Falls Community Center was her answer.
It was a place where foster kids could go if they needed help.
Whether it be food, clothes, tutoring, an ear, or even a safe haven.
The moment we pulled into the lot, he pulled out his phone, hit some buttons, and brought it to his ear.
I watched as we rounded the building to the back, and I was surprised to see that there was a loading dock.
Once Bronson finished his call, he said, “Okay, we sit in the truck and wait for them to unload it all.”
Just then, my phone pinged.
I grabbed it out of my bag and checked it.
Mom – Dinner tonight?
I looked at Bronson and asked, “Anything else planned?”
He shook his head. “No. Why?”
I sighed.
I was hoping there was, so I could get out of this.
But I knew that I couldn’t. Not when I had promised her that I would attend the next dinner she had planned.
“What is it?” Bronson asked.
