Norma's Volunteer Story, Part 3

This is a series about Norma, a woman who becomes a CASA volunteer. It is fictional, but based on real events. Each Wednesday we will update the blog with the next segment. At CASA we always need volunteers, but right now we are extremely low on volunteers and there are hundreds of children in the South Plains who are waiting for a special person like Norma......like you. Please call 806-763-2272if you would like to be that person.

Part 3 of Norma's Volunteer Story:

Kathy:

I hope Ben has dinner ready tonight, she thought. My feet and back are killing me and I just don’t feel like cooking, on top of everything else today. Kathy unlocked the apartment door and scooped up the crying Rose from her playpen as she headed to the kitchen to deposit the baby in her highchair. Ben had made dinner, sort of; soup and pop tarts. She grabbed a pop tart and took a bite as she got the formula can down from the cabinet so she could make a bottle for Rose. The bite soured in her mouth as she realized there was enough for only one more bottle. Kathy sighed and made the last bottle of formula. She realized she would have to stay on her feet a bit longer and go to the store once Rose was asleep.

“Ben?,” she called as she emptied the last of the money tin’s contents into her pocket. “Ben - I have to run down to the store to get more formula for Rose, alright?,” she called from the kitchen. “And keep the door locked. Don’t answer it for anyone.”

“Okay Mom,” Ben replied. He and Robert were watching a football game on the television in the living room. Kathy put her coat back on and headed out of the apartment, locking the door behind her. She headed down the stairs and out into the brisk, cold evening. On her way to the store to get Rose’s formula, she passed a liquor store and decided to reward herself for all of her hard work this week. She liked to take a drink now and then, once the kids were in bed. She went into the liquor store and purchased a fifth of vodka. Outside, she mixed it with a bottle of orange juice and headed to the grocery store.

When she got to the store to purchase Rose’s formula, she realized she didn’t have enough money left to buy it. She couldn’t return the vodka, as it had already been opened. She looked at the formula can and thought of baby Rose wailing for her breakfast in the morning. Kathy looked around and then tucked the can into her jacket and headed for the doors. Kathy’s heart was beating out a staccato rhythm in her chest as she approached. Her heart tripped, stuttered and sped up as a manager with a stern look on his face approached her just as she reached the doors. 

“Ma’am, I am going to have to ask you to come with me,” he said haltingly.

Kathy looked at the man and his pinched face and then over his shoulder as the sliding glass doors parted for the next incoming paying customer. The man cleared his throat and gestured towards the back of the store.

She sighed and cringed as she knew she was still on probation. The fact that she had a bottle of vodka in a brown paper bag hidden in one of the many pockets in her coat wasn’t going to do anything to help her situation. The reason she was on probation in the first place was because of alcohol. Kathy sat in a cold plastic chair in a small office waiting for the police to come and take her away. They wouldn’t care that she just needed to feed her baby. They wouldn’t care that she works two jobs and never gets any help and never gets to take a break. They wouldn’t care about her or her children. But, they would care if they were home alone. They might take them away and who knows where they would go. So, when Kathy was arrested for theft and violating her probation, she never said a word about the three hungry children, alone and watching television in an apartment by themselves, just half a block away.