Dear Inhuman Social Worker,
I came to your office so that my son would be able to see the dentist to take care of a bad tooth. I have never had money, my parents never had money and I have worked very hard in my life to be where I am- a college graduate, a teacher, sitting in your cubicle, looking at photographs of your two sons and watching you fail to ever acknowledge my son, who sits in front of you.
Yes, my husband and I own two houses, technically. Yes, it does seem odd that a family who owns two houses would be here looking for state medical benefits for a dependent. I agree. Our income is very limited at the moment, remember the economic crisis, where public employees have trouble getting/keeping jobs?
Ok, I lied to you, you're right. It's true that we are fortunate to have my husband's mother to occasionally save our skins. This is not income. It is in no way ours and we have no guarantee of it's receipt. Please stop looking at me like that. I have 200 bucks in my checking account and I know it might look like we have money, we do not. Please understand that all I am asking for is medical coverage for my son. I'm not asking for money or food or even medical coverage for my husband and myself (though god knows we could use it). I'm sorry that you don't trust me now, and you'd like to go through my financial records with a fine toothed comb. I wish I hadn't mentioned my Mother-In-Law at all.
When I went out to the car, holding my son's hand, I started to tear up. I cried hard- not because I give a shit about what you think of me, but because all my efforts all this time I've spent locating documents and filling out applications has not gotten me one step closer to taking care of my son. I just want to make sure that my son is safe and healthy and gets the benefit of growing up like that. There must be an interesting middle ground of people who's children actually get poorer medical coverage because their parents have access to slightly more money. Poor little rich kid.
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