[Friday may 2 19-] I got a call on the phone last night. From a small family wanting to send their child away to our facility. They claimed they were sick and tired of this kid. His behaviour was too much for them to handle. They told us to keep him and never send him back to their home. Usually I get calls like these. Parents never wanting anything to do with their children. I usually ignore these calls but this one stood out to me. The pain and agony inside the mothers voice made me reconsider hanging up the phone. I stayed on call with her for a while listening to her cries, trying to calm her down. I promised to her that I would make sure to take good care of her child and maybe he could be sent back once he was stable again. The mother disagreed with me. It was clear she did not want him back. I quickly got ready and went straight to the family's house to pick up the child. When I got there the kid was already outside sitting on the sidewalk. I crouched down to his level and politely asked "are you by chance hyrax, the one I'm meant to pick up tonight?" The child didn't reply to me and just simply nodded. I held out my hand as a nice gesture, but the kid did not abide, so I grabbed the kids hand and dragged him down the street. Sure, he was screaming the whole way but it didn't matter, what mattered most was that he came home to our temple. 30 minutes went by and we made it to the bus stop. The child decided to ask "where are we going?" I turned my head to look at him and said "home." He looked worried for a second and asked once again "please don't lie to me, where the hell am I going." I sighed and looked away from the kid "like I just said, we're going home." The kid at this point looked frightened. He asked "who are you." I looked back at him, staring him in the eyes "Oveeio, my name is Oveeio."