We took our daughter to Woodrow Wilson Rehab Center near Charlottesville, Va today. She's 21 and my last child, hence "my baby". She was a 7 week early preemie and got pneumonia when she was 6 weeks old. She has mild cerebral palsy, is hearing impaired and slightly mentally retarded. She's also only 4'6", weighs 80 pounds and is the sweetest person you'll ever meet.
She will be there initially for two weeks for a vocational evaluation. She's never been away from home and we left her in this big dorm room all by herself, no roommate. She just called us, a little teary, and the last thing she said to me was "take care of Honey for me." Honey is her kitty. She posts on the community board as "ChiChiHoney".
Anyway, I feel a little lost and teary myself and desparately want to numb this pain with food. I'm trying to resist, but it's very hard.
She will be there initially for two weeks for a vocational evaluation. She's never been away from home and we left her in this big dorm room all by herself, no roommate. She just called us, a little teary, and the last thing she said to me was "take care of Honey for me." Honey is her kitty. She posts on the community board as "ChiChiHoney".
Anyway, I feel a little lost and teary myself and desparately want to numb this pain with food. I'm trying to resist, but it's very hard.