I met with Breazy today for the second time. She's 9 and such a sweet little girl. The school counselor made a Jinga game with a question on each block. As we pulled a block from the tower, we had to answer the question. She loved it and I learned a lot about her. Although I'll probably never know why she and Mason were taken from their parents, I'm so grateful she's in a loving situation. Her aunt, who has two sons aged 13 and 15, treats her like a little princess. She packs her a healthy lunch daily and writes sweet notes concealed somewhere in the lunch bag. I'm so glad I can be a part of her life.