Tiny House, Infinite Love - Art Writing Prompt for @gmuxx

Wonderful Steemians,
I am taking a very short break from my Steem-O-ween initiative in order to practice a little writing. This is a response to @gmuxx challenge HERE.

It really went differently than I thought as I started. The story is 100% fiction, but inspired by actual events. Enjoy!

Josie stared out of the triple-pane-window across the wide-open brush surrounding their tiny Southwest Texas home. She heard the chime of the tiny oven and turned around to reveal, in grandiose fashion, her new specialty: "sage loaf a'la rabbit". Kevin laughed a pleasant deep laugh. That was quite the improvement. A needed improvement. Neither had laughed much since that day the Child Protective Services stole their baby.

Neither had been the wiser just six months earlier. He was working as a building contractor and she was on maternity leave from the hospital. They were the spitten image of an ideal American family. "Now if only I can get her to giveup this crazy notion of tiny houses, all will be perfect," Kevin thought to himself as he adored her from across the breakfast table.

At nine months and one day pregnant she may not have been the image of 'Glamour beauty,' but don't try and say that to Kevin. His eyes were taking in every detail of this kind vessel that held their first child warm and protected within that full 'bump'. They were All American, through and through.

The birth too was textbook. Okay, not really Kevin's textbook. There were no beeps or wires or cold beds or doctors. Josie had convinced him to have the child at home. They even had the midwife and the doula spend the night prior in two large and comfy guest rooms. It was all anyone could ever have wanted.

Until SHE came two weeks later. Josie's step-mom loved Kevin because he was so American and unfettered by all these ridiculous notions that complicated her stepdaughter. And she had given an ear full to the both of them when he conceded on having a home-birth, and then 'let' Josie take an extended maternity leave. Today though, she was livid!

"That baby is half the weight he was born at!" "Aren't you giving him enough bottle milk!?"
"No, mom," Josie calmly answered. "He's only lost two pounds, but still fully healthy." "He was just a little slow to nurse because of the compact palate. The chiropractor treated it though, and he's nursing just fine now."
"He is NOT fine!" the step-mom yelled. "You had better take him in to the doctor today, or he could die!"

Josie let her rant and yell. She had been raised in a healthy family with four younger siblings before her mom passed away. She knew her son was healthy and well. So she didn't let the sensationalized lecturing bother her. Not, that is, until the following day.

At 8:05 sharp she awoke from slumber by the pounding at the door. "This is the police, open the door maam!"
"What in the world?" she thought.
Kevin had already left for work, so she wrapped her robe around herself and hurried to open the door. As soon as she opened the door two large athletic policemen pushed their way in, followed by the ugliest suited female she had ever seen. This female addressed her: "We have a report that there is a baby in danger for its life. We are here to rescue the baby."

So began the young couple's most excruciating experience of their entire lives. The next eight days were a flurry and blur that they had just as soon forget. In the end they had their boy back safe within their arms, but their 'great American life' would never be the same again.

A mother's fierce love for her child; and a husband's protective love for his wife led them to step out of their 'so called perfect lives' for good. Within six weeks of that fateful day they had relocated out of state. Three weeks after that their house and most of their worldy possessions had been sold. Kevin, blessed-hard-working-contractor of a man that he was, decided that maybe tiny houses WERE pretty awesome. And thus spent hours upon hours pouring through references and videos of the latest and greatest features.

So it happened that Kevin, Josie and their healthy baby boy moved into the newly refitted hunting shack that Kevin's cousin had owned in Southwest Texas, and Josie learned how to make 'sage loaf a'la rabbit'.

And they lived happily ever after!! The end.

Unfortunately, there are many families out there that have run-ins with Child Protective Services, whose lives don't end "happily ever after."

Please checkout a new innitiative HERE by @markwhittam and @canadian-coconut called @familyprotection and help families stand up for their and their children's rights!!

I am donating all liquid SBD from this post OR the prize money(should I win) whichever is larger to the efforts of @familyprotection

And....it was our child that was NEARLY taken away by CPS because of a reasonable amount of weightloss during his first 4 weeks of nursing. And a chiropracter did adjust the palate and afterwards he was fine. But because of CPS intervention we were forced to go into the emergency room and jump various hoops for 3 months following the initial encounter. A very stressful time in our lives! This tyranny is real.

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