I’m leaving
for the beach and an email comes thru an eight year old with a skin
condition. I don’t have time to process
as I’m walking out the door. I’ve worked
in a dermatology office and this one scares me.
I tell Simi I don’t think so as I don’t have time to look into it. Lee is also feeling the same. I ask her not to send the file. I don’t want to always remember a sweet face
we said no too. I feel a little bit in a
fog. I’m enjoying two days with friends
and try not to think about it. Sunday I
come home and the reality hits. Did we
make the right choice? Why didn’t I
really l stop what I was doing and research this little girl. When I think of it the tears come
easily. I picture a little eight year
old with no parents. Monday I email Simi
and ask if this precious one is still available. She is no longer on the list and I feel
relieved another family is pursuing her.
I however do think of her often in the next two weeks.
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