You have to let her go, said Angel. But it’s easier said than done.
I’d got used to having her Smiley face around the place, two months without any school or placement or respite meant that we did everything together. I enjoy her company, even as she wears me out. It’s lovely to be needed and thanked and appreciated – I don’t get that from a clean floor or a paid bill.
I’m thrilled about her new placement, but anxious too. We said goodbye to the comfortable cocoon of her school, where she knew everyone, and everyone knew her, and the days, weeks and years passed in a predictable routine. This is an opportunity and a fresh start, but she is so disabled by all her challenges, will she make the most of it?
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