||[Jan. 30th, 2005|10:44 pm]
Survivor Who Is The Mama Of A Survivor
J#2 and I talked with J.H. about him Thursday. She drew on the wipeboard and would not look at us. Very typical of her. I reassured her that I would protect her with my life. She said that she knew that. I think that she is relieved to know why she is afraid to take a shower and be in the bathroom alone. We told her that she could lock the door and someone would be on guard. P, G, M, J#1, J#3. J#3? She asked. Yes, I said. Even her. She looked at me funny and I told her that if a big black bear was coming at her to eat her that her little sister would stand in front of her to protect her. I told her that she is so loved and so needed, so wanted in our family, that we would all fight with our dying breath to protect her. She seemed satisfied with that and resumed drawing. I could have cried. |
Will she someday forgive him his trespass or will she be like me and never forgive her father?