I wonder if I feed her enough. Or if she's had low iron her whole life and it's done something. Or whether we're stimulating her enough. I see an obviously developmentally disabled woman leaving the grocery store hugging a sack of potatoes like they're a life raft whilst someone says "You're doing a good job Karen" and I think there is absolutely No Fucking Way that's going to be my daughter.
Is it?
What if there's something wrong and there's nothing I can do to fix it? What if there's something I can do to fix it and I don't know what it is?
Going to seek hope from my personal god, the internet,
ephelba
Friday, November 10, 2006
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