Injustice

I am still working through some feelings, which I know can be very dangerous when I am writing a blog post, so bear with me. I do not know how I feel tonight. I think I am suppose to be happy but I have not gotten there yet. I am still struggling with worry which I know is a sin so I am trying to push it aside and rejoice.
2 months ago, we received a new child from DSW and this child was a little over a year old. Our social worker handed me the police report and told me to read it as she walked away (I think she was uncomfortable with how she was feeling and thought I should read the report for myself). I was horrified by the police report. This young child was found buried alive! It was wrapped in a blanket from head to toe, laid on a rock and was buried underneath a bunch of smaller rocks. If someone had not been walking by and heard its crying...
When the child arrived here, it cried constantly especially when the house mother left the room. It was so traumatized by the experience. Over a few weeks time, the child was able to relax and stop crying and even went out to join the play group during the day and began to smile and have fun. Our staff loved this child through a very difficult time and I found myself checking in on it more than I normally do with new children because of the circumstances that brought the child to us.
Today I was told that there was a family in the office who were searching for their child. DSW referred them to us and after an intense interview by our social worker to make sure they could describe a child that fit a description of one we had on campus, it was determined that the child who came 2 months ago was in fact theirs. When I saw which child was brought to them, I was shocked.
It turns out that they are not the parents but the aunt and uncle who were caring for the child. Its mother came to them and said she found work in Maseru and took her child. She then showed up for work after having abandoned her child and no one who knew her in the Maseru area ever knew she had a child. They told us that she is in the female prison now.
After we prayed for the child, I went up to it to say good-bye and the child jumped out of it's aunts arms and into my arms. I have never had any child do that before during a farewell and it touched my heart. I gave it a hug and a kiss and wished the child well before the aunt and uncle left.
I am happy for that child in that it is returning to an aunt and uncle who seem to love the child and want very much to look after it, but I worry about the future of this child. The justice system here is not like what I am used to and the mother could be released before long and her parental rights (most likely) will not have been terminated despite trying to kill her child. I pray the aunt and uncle are strong enough to refuse her the child in the future and that the child will grow up in a loving home where it can forget the injustice done to it at such a young age. God is watching over this child tonight and I pray He covers this child with His protective wings!