My social worker picked me up at the train station, and I went for a visit with Mom. Most depressing hour of my life. I know that sounds callous, but it's true. There were far too many awkward pauses and stammered sentences.
Oh, and to top it all off, I just found out that my sister's stolen $2,000 from her foster mother's bank account.
*sigh* Can I go back to sleep now?