when she went on a field trip to a pioneer farm she fell in love with a baby lamb. it was black. i have a photo somewhere of her in her blue jacket hugging the lamb. she did not want to leave the lamb behind, and was serious about it.
at age 8 she was an avid reader. she loved books.
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"that is disturbing", said the person at the hospital today. "i thought you should know, as a parent i cannot possibly consider returning her to a place that endangered her that way." the person agreed and the glimmer in the morning, and oh such a small thread woven into this tapestry--is that new housing might be found.
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there was a loud crash. all people moved, as in everyone moved toward the sound. i moved too. around a corner into the open area, multi-purpose visiting-dining room. i peered around the corner to see her being walked with several (very kind) staff attached to her arms, like guards escorting someone dangerous, and it was my daughter. she was walked into the seclusion room. the doctor followed the group and i suspect she had an injection, but i do not know.
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