“What the hell do you mean you’re taking my kids?” Frank stared at the officious woman standing in his door with two police officers standing behind her.
“It’s all explained here in the court order.”
Frank snatched the paper out of her hands and skimmed through it. “Overweight! You’re taking them because my son is overweight?”
“A doctor determined that your son’s obesity constitutes ‘parental neglect.'” She nodded and the police barged through the doorway. Frank moved in front of them, and found himself on the floor, face pressed into his carpet. The other officer stalked through the house to the kids’ rooms.
His wife, Rebecca, screamed and his children started crying. “Mommy! Daddy!”
“You can’t just pluck our children from their home for no reason,” Rebecca wailed.
The Family Services worker strode forward. “Ma’am, if you continue to interfere, I’ll have you arrested.”
“Rebecca,” Frank yelled. “Just get the kids calm. Let’s not make this worse for them.”
Rebecca wiped her eyes, and made soft cooing sounds. “It’s alright, babies. Mommy and Daddy will see you soon. Just go with the nice lady and the police officers, okay? Can you do that for Mommy?”
The children couldn’t hide their fear, but they settled down. Robbie, their son, put his arms around his little sister, Julia. She clutched her teddy bear, tears darkening it’s brown fuzz. The officer led them away to the social worker’s car and ushered them into the backseat.
The officer pinning Frank allowed him to get back up. The social worker handed him her card. “You’ll be contacted with details on your requirements in this matter. We’ll create a detailed plan to remove the deficiencies in the children’s environment, so that they can be returned to you.”
She turned without another word and slid into her car. As she drove away, Robbie and Julia pressed their faces against the back window, scared and confused.
Frank gathered Rebecca in his arms. “Whatever it takes, we’ll get them back.”
Word Count: 331
Trifecta Time again!
This weeks prompt, using the third definition:
PLUCK: (transitive verb) 1: to pull or pick off or out 2 a : to remove something (as hairs) from by or as if by plucking b : rob, fleece 3: to move, remove, or separate forcibly or abruptly 4 a : to pick, pull, or grasp at b : to play by sounding the strings with the fingers or a pick
There are good reasons for taking children from a home: true neglect, abuse, parental drug use, and so on. I don’t consider taking children because they are overweight to be a good reason. Especially since the state can’t seem to do any better, and subjecting children to the trauma of being ripped away from loving parents is just cruel. (end diatribe)
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