Thursday, March 15, 2012
I have a little girl - we'll call her Waif - who came to me in January. Her father was very clear about where she came from - and how he didn't want her.
She was brought to his office one day just before Christmas - by her mother - with all her worldly belongings. Her mother told the father she had raised her for 10 years and now she was done. HE could take over. He told me he never wanted "kids".... he had no intention of having any responsibility for her.. she could live at his place - eat and sleep there - but that was where his responsibility ended. (for the record here - all of this was stated in front of Waif)
So she has become our responsibility for the last 2 1/2 months. We make sure her homework is done - we are teaching her some manners and proper behaviours for a little 10 year old girl. We are fighting an uphill battle.
In the last 2 1/2 months -
I have seen this child hanging around the corner at 6 in the evening in very inappropriate clothing - wiggling her ass and being very coy with any and all males that pass by.
I have caught this child pressing up against boys in the school - it is rumoured that she has been seen kissing some of my older boys behind the school.
I have bitten my tongue more than once - reminding myself that Waif has no respect for adults - and has been given no reason to respect them or trust them.
From time to time - rarely and very briefly - I get a glimpse of the frightened child hiding inside Waif. She doesn't let it show often - but the child is there - hidden away - and I fear - disappearing fast.
Father rarely if ever picks her up...... usually it is an older sister (I won't even go there talking about her!!) But every once in a while he shows up - talking on his cell - being/acting like "Mr. Cool"... and god's gift to the female species.... a 50 year old gift!!!
In the last 4 weeks - Waif has been left with us way past closing time - some nights as long as 30 minutes past closing time. Father told me 2 weeks ago that he had fallen and broken his ribs..... and added with a chuckle - that would teach him to get piss drunk. Waif told me that he got drunk and got into a fight and broke his ribs.
I am losing the battle with / for Waif. And yeah it breaks my heart. I know .. I DO know.. I can't win / save them all............ but it always hurts when one is slipping away. Yesterday I met with my principal - DYP (department of youth protection) has been called ...... AND ........ if father doesn't pick up on time - we have the right to call the police and tell them she has been left. He never picks up his cell - and the mail box is full.
Sometimes it is just overwhelming what some people do to innocent children.