I've felt shocking all day. It's been hard to swallow again, and hard
to talk too, particularly at the end of the day. I worked today. I
probably shouldn't have but I did. Isabella was cute again today. She
left with her mum and sister and then managed to open the heavy door
and get back in because she wanted to stay. She came over to me,
seeming to indicate that I would be on her side and let her stay. I'd
like to be these kid's advocate, someone who's on their side. (even
though she obviously had to go) she'll be back tomorrow.
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you will preserve my life.