It’s the middle of the night.  Sleeping.  You awake to someone leading you out of your bed.  Stranger.  Scared, your eyes dart around the room looking for familiar faces.  There’s one.  Mom.  But she’s talking frantically with a lady.  Mom hands Stranger a big black bag with something in it. You get on your coat, mom is still talking to that lady.  Mom turns and kneels, “Everything is going to be okay, honey.  You’ll go with this lady and you’re…