The Florida Project: The arrival of the DCF to take Moonee away to foster care
Moonee’s perspective:
The lady asks for my name and wants to take me away. I can here mom yelling. I’m confused. Why are they here? I don’t know what’s happening. But i do know it’s not good.
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I run down the halls of the motel with a lady chasing me. I don’t want to leave mommy. Why do they think she isn’t a good mother? Am I being taken away from mommy and my best friends?
I need to go to her. I need to go to Jancey.
I run, run, and run. As i reach there I can’t keep it in anymore and burst out in tears as I’m about to break the news to Jancey. She opens the door and looks just as confused as I am. I try to explain to her the situation but with not much to understand myself, I start to think again!
Can I run from this? Should I run from this? Will this be the last time I see the purple walls of the motel and be with mommy? As I try to explain all that to Jancey she suddenly grabs my hand by the wrist and starts to flow into the wind along with me.
As I run into the fields and the roads with her I feel as I’m running from the cruel reality to a place far better, and perhaps more colourful and happy with lots of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
