Sometimes I need a reminder that we don't know everyone's story. Today I was eating at Subway and a lady and three school aged girls came in. I didn't really get a good look at the girls good as my back was to them. The lady was on her phone and they were waiting for someone. I smiled in my head as I heard the girls bicker because it sounded like every meal I have ever eaten out with my kids. I understood (I thought) what the lady was going through. As I left, she apologized for the girls and I told her I completely understood as I got through the same with my kids. She quickly explained that she they are foster kids. Suddenly what I overheard made more sense. Earlier she explained to one girls that "they don't hit each other in this family" and as I was leaving, she was holding one and she was screaming "I want MY MOM!!!" and the other girls were saying "she is your mom today." I got in my car and realized that I didn't understand at all what they were going through. I don't know these girls story or anything about them or why they are not with their moms. I cried all the way back to my office. I cried for these girls that do not have their mom and I cried for this lady as she was trying to help them. I wished I could do more but said a little prayer for them all.