Dayla's history in social services.

Dayla, was a 5 year old girl who lived with her parents in the house of her paternal grandparents. At times he witnessed aggressions on the part of his father towards his mother. In one of the many fights he father, ran to his mother with the little one in the house. Yes, well, without any remorse, without thinking that it was his daughter whom he was making to the street. Dayla and her mother moved into the house of the maternal grandparents. As you can imagine, the father did not provide any economic supply. To which, out of desperation and ignorance, the mother resorts to social services so that she can be helped and so the father finally gives her a subsidy for the girl. Here began that stage of trauma for Dayla. Social services undertakes a series of investigations where they decide that the mother has no purchasing power over the girl since she has no way of maintaining it. They send the girl to a shelter. Dayla, being a girl, did not understand. I even thought it was his fault to be there. Imagine, how a situation is explained to a child. I imagine the questions of the girl, even thinking that her mother had abandoned her there. Dayla returned with her family, her mother and her maternal grandparents started a fight with the authorities to acquire custody of the girl again, but it was 3 and a half years ago .. Happiness returned to Dayla and her family. But the aftermath that he left social service in Dayla during his time in the shelter are scars that even if they manage to heal, their marks will remain there. Dayla developed an insecure personality throughout her adolescence. She was a child away from everyone and even trusting few people. Again my criticism of social services. Do you think it is necessary to separate children from their loving families? They believe it is necessary to make them go through situations where they are only generated doubts, insecurity, sadness and depressionss.

. Again, thank you @familyprotection for supporting the children who are victims, and for allowing me to share this story and read.