To my babies,
We love you.
There isn’t a system big enough to erase that. Not a courtroom. Not a report. Not a badge. Not a signature at the bottom of documents built on assumptions, pressure, and narratives that were never fully ours.
Some of what tore us apart was not truth. It was interpretation. It was ego. It was authority operating without humility. It was people placed in powerful positions who forgot that power requires restraint and reflection.
It is dangerous when unexamined authority meets vulnerable families.
It is dangerous when workers who have not confronted their own bias are given the power to define someone else’s home.
It is dangerous when accountability feels optional.
And it is devastating when children become collateral.
I need you to know this clearly: what happened to us was not because you were unloved. It was not because you were unsafe in our arms. It was not because we failed to fight.
It happened inside a system that too often moves with certainty before it moves with clarity. A system where pressure can replace patience. Where pride can replace pause. Where assumptions can carry more weight than full investigation.
But it has been challenged.
And it will continue to be challenged.
Your mother will fight for you until her last breath.
Your father will fight for you until his last breath.
Not recklessly. Not emotionally unstable. But deliberately. Documented. Disciplined. Relentless.
Because love is not passive.
A mother does not stop loving because a caseworker says so. A father does not stop protecting because a file was opened.
We are not fighting only for our family. We are fighting because children should never be separated through fear, intimidation, or unchecked authority. We are fighting because parents should not have to whisper their truth in order to survive.
If anyone involved in our case ever reads this, do not mistake our silence for acceptance. What happened in our home was not protection. It was power used without restraint. And we will not pretend otherwise.
Because behind every file is a child. Behind every recommendation is a heartbeat. Behind every removal is a mother and a father who will never be the same.
And behind us is resolve.
To our babies: you are not defined by what was written about us. You are not defined by conclusions formed without your full voice. You are not defined by someone else’s interpretation of our home.
You are defined by the love that raised you.
There may be workers who believe accountability does not apply to them. There may be offices that close ranks. There may be silence where there should be answers.
But silence does not equal truth.
And power without accountability does not last forever.
We will stand. We will document. We will speak. We will endure.
Until change comes. Until accountability comes. Until you are home.
There isn’t a system big enough to erase that.
