Mar 14
I can picture the cosy scene, my grandchildren having a mothering Sunday lunch with the foster carers mother. Handing her a neatly wrapped present and a card oozing with pretty bows and a bouquet of freshly picked flowers. Smiles and giggles galore. while I sit at home in tears. I don’t even get a thank you for the xmas and birthday cards I send them. I hope they think about me as much as I think about them . I will always be their grandmother no matter how much the foster carer turns them against me. I have Karma on my side. you can’t cover your tracks for ever.