She observes more than we know.
It started with the name disintegration at Thanksgiving. My concerns about her writing were brought up to the staff as she flitted playfully around her preschool room while we talked. I cried and I made tough decisions. She noticed. I didn’t know it at first. It started out innocently with her asking when she would see Dione (her private OT) again. I told her I had to apply for more