Today I had my first appointment with a 6 year old girl. She is quiet, curious and sickly. She is sickly from the medications she’s on to treat the STD she got when her mother’s boyfriend raped her. By the end of the session I was rewarded with a smile.
She walked out the door and I put my head on my desk and sobbed. I cried a small torrent of fast and furious tears before fixing my face and greeting my next client.
If you are safe, if you are fed, if you are loved, accepted and supported …you are blessed.
….until next week.
herewesayf&@#k!!! 