She cried because she did not remember her mother’s voice, and I tried to describe it to her.
“Your mother’s voice was warm and she always laughed before she finished a joke,” I told her.
We framed the card and put it on the wall in my house so she could see it every day.
The first few weeks were filled with the logistics of school and therapy and buying new clothes.
Daisy had good days where she sang and played, but she also had days where she pulled away.
I found her crying in the pantry one afternoon because I had said we would see about a trip to the museum.
“To you, that means maybe, but to me, it always meant no,” she explained.
I sat on the floor with her and told her that we would work on using better words to communicate.
Anthony began attending therapy and parenting classes because he wanted to fix the relationship.
