had already contacted two local childcare providers, one of which offered sliding-scale rates.
Dana had agreed to help with school pickups when I had jobs running late.
Gloria asked about trauma.
About discipline.
About my support system.
About my complete lack of parenting experience.
Then she asked,
“What don’t you know?”
That was the easiest question.
“A lot.”
She waited.
“I don’t know what it’s like when a child wakes up screaming because he dreamed about his mother. I don’t know what five grieving children need at the same time.
