(A journal entry after a visit with Hunter at the Residential Treatment Center (RTC). Hunter was almost seven.)
Seeing Hunter is bittersweet.
My need to hold and shelter him.
My knowing that there is nothing more I can do to help him.
Waiting patiently to see him, being cast aside. Not deliberately, or to hurt -- just because he's a kid.
I heard the belly laugh and silliness tonight WARMED my heart.
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