It was the morning after Christmas when I received a phone call from a desperate young girl, sitting on a curb with nothing but her pregnant belly and a bag of hastily gathered items. Having recently left a domestic violence situation, she was frantically making phone call after phone call, looking for shelter and had reached me at Blossom Place. After several phone conversations that day, I met her at a bus station and welcomed our newest former Foster Youth in need.
Her first few days with us flew by quickly as we gathered diapers, clothes and baby items. We took her to county offices to be sure that her medical insurance was in order, to get WIC (a federal assistance program which provi