Tenderly touching memories that ache within, of a granddaughter
stolen by her mother and taken away from us all.
Raised by an immoral woman who neglected and abused her daughter
while on drugs and dating felons and child molesters.
A hard life for one so innocent, so naive, so young, all allowed
by the court's judges in superior court.
Where are their heads at? Wouldn't they want to protect them
from predators?
Understanding of their decisions doesn't happen when thought
of.
Mothers now-a-days are the dead beats and Dad's are the
better choice for raising their children in many instances.
Oh my God, such an upside down, inhuman world. Who set the clock backwards, RoseAnn.? Courts abusing Children Well done, my friend, for all to know our miserable Show.
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The courts do have the number on my wayward, recidivist niece though R-A-. Her mother is looking after one child and the other's in foster care.