Abbey Grimm

I made a phone call today. It was probably one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. Harder than staying home every night of my life to take care of Nadine. Harder than saying goodbye to my parents when I was seven. Harder than not punching in the face patrons who don't tip.

I called social services. Nadine had an episode today. In public no less, and everyone saw. I'm bone tired from staying up all night, and I just can't keep up with four crying babies. I'll get them all fed, then I have to change them, then I have to bathe them and put them to bed. There are so many cribs in here, I can hardly walk. 

I asked to remain anonymous. If Nadine found out I called them, I don't know what would happen. I had to choose between the lesser of two evils, I guess. It was either feel guilty because I broke my sister's heart, or feel guilty for not rescuing babies who needed someone.

I thought about calling their father, but I know he wouldn't do anything. He won't even let anyone know they are his. 

I hope I did the right thing.