You know how there are those moments that you never forget. I am remembering the days I got called with each of my foster kiddos. Those are memorable moments even if you only know them for a weekend, you remember them for a lifetime. You will always remember what they looked like when you first saw them. Their body posture when you hugged them. Their reaction to seeing you. You even recognize them when you pass them a year or two later. Except Lilly, my kiddos don't remember me. Their mommy's don't know me. So I see them, I reminisce, and I wonder, will I get another chance to take care of someone during their hard time? I try not to stare, I try not to show too much attention, but I'm happy to see they're clean, they're plump, they're healthy. They are doing good. I gave a little piece of my heart to each of those kids. When you give your heart, truly give your heart, I don't think you ever truly get that piece back, even if it ends in heart break. Is it that way for exboyfriends and exgirlfriends, exwives, exhusbands. Do you ever get that piece back, or does that piece belong to them forever? Battered, bruised, but theirs. I may not know your heartbreak, but I do know heartbreak.