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The sun shining through the window fell on Tamara's face as she slowly awakened. The children were still asleep so she carefully eased her cramped body from the chair, hoping they would sleep a little longer. She had to try and pull herself together and not let them see how upset she was. Although they were young, they would sense that all was not right with their mother.

As she poured herself a cup of coffee, the events of the previous evening made a jumble of her mind. What would she do? Who would take care of her now? Who could she turn to? With the cup held between her hands, she tried to sort out her rampant thoughts, tried to make some sense out of the situation she now found herself in but it was useless. She was incapable of concentrating. All she could grasp was that she was alone with two small children to care for. The coffee grew cold as she searched for an answer.

She was shaken from her reverie when she heard the childrens' voices demanding breakfast. Thankful for the respite, she busied herself around the kitchen, automatically assuming the role of mother and homemaker. She sat with the boys as they ate, listening to their chatter. She knew she would have to tell them that Steven would no longer be living with them but not yet! They were so very young and were used to not seeing their father every day because of his long work day. "Will he work such long hours now?" she wondered. She doubted it! An overwhelming rage filled her. "How could he do this to me and the children? How could he?" The rage carried her through the morning, helping her to maintain some degree of normalcy.

When lunch was over, the boys grabbed her hands saying, "Park, Mama, take us to the park!" Tamara had been taking them there on a regular basis, giving her the opportunity to practice and allowing the boys the chance to play in the fresh air. She wasn't sure if she could take them today...she wasn't sure of anything! Yet she felt she should give it a try...not give in to her fears. She had come a long way and had had many successes and didn't wish to possibly have to face a setback. She got the boys ready and they set out.

As they entered the park, the boys made a beeline for the sandbox while Tamara sat on a nearby bench. "I'll call Bob Green when I get home," she decided. He understood her and maybe could come up with some solution to make her adjustment a bit easier. Maybe he knew of someone who would stay with her until she was able to make it alone.

As she sat there, a feeling of weakness came over her. She had experienced many such feelings in the past, some a lot worse than this, so she tried to put her coping skills into action and hoped it would soon pass. But try as she might, her thoughts took control and fueled that first fear until she felt she had to get out of there. Looking toward where the boys were playing, she got up off the bench and made her way to the sandbox, taking them by the hands and making her way toward the exit gate. She was oblivious to their cries of protest. Her heart was now racing and she prayed her legs would carry her to the safety of her home. Tears coursed down her face, blocking out all activity around her. Suddenly she felt a hand on her arm, halting her hurried progress. "Let go of me!" she cried. Then she heard Bob Green's voice asking, "Tamara's what's wrong?" Relief flooded over her as she said, "Take me home, Bob, please take me home!"

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