I know I left Goody with real solid good people. Otherwise she wouldn't be who she is but also the dad works for me. He didn't know that I was the same person as the mother of Goody but we are starting a new project and I didn't want him thinking I was flirting with his son and I can't really control my behavior towards my kids.
We had to do a kind of shell game on this. If he'd known what kind of person I was and what situation I was in he would have wanted to adopt me too, so we had to make him think I was maybe not so good of character and older than I was legally considered to be. It wasn't entirely a lie on the age, but legal age is all you can really work with in the world in terms of child custody.
Anyway, while adoption is a form of slavery if you try to make it too real, fostering is a real relationship and a real connection kind of thing and it can be viewed as joining a kind of society even if it isn't a bloodline. People will still have a real connection to their bloodline unless there is reason to give that up and some people aren't sensitive enough to these kinds of things to justify the burdens of maintaining so many connections that aren't always relevant every day or stage of life, but some people are that sensitive and it is wrong to sever that tie without a real reason we don't have.
Still its hard to process why a mother wouldn't keep a child and I had problems in how I thought about my own mother until I heard her more recent albums. It also takes maturity and salience of the world to understand there are times when emotion and its suggestions are just wrong and you have to reason things through.
As for that working for me thing, I did try to explain things on the level from the start but it just didn't come across very clear, and he was thinking I did some kind of hippy dippy ritual that coincidentally coincided with some random good luck he had, though I did say I arranged a job for him, its just unless you have the right haircut and use the right products and stuff, that does come across hippy dippy ritual.
