My husband and I were foster parents in the 1970's and early 1980's. During this time we had several long term placements and a number of emergency placements. In most cases the children were transported to my home by their assigned social worker.
On a Thursday evening when my son was about 4 years old, I received a call from a black social worker I'll call Mr. J. The placement was arranged and Mr. J arrived with a 10 year old Caucasian boy about an hour later. To protect the family's privacy, I'll call the boy Ed.
On the following Monday, after a relatively uneventful weekend, Mr. J made an unannounced visit to see how the child was doing. My four year old was looking out the window when he drove up. When my son saw Mr. J. approaching the house he yelled, "Hey Ed, Your father's back"
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