After she told me that repeatedly and spat on me
I sat on the window seat and opened the blinds.
We sat there for over an hour and I talked to her sang and played music.
She was moving her feet like she wanted to
well......to just go.
this isnt her room
I finally enticed her to join me at a table outside the door with a glass of juice
followed by lunch.
I think by the end of two hours she had realized it was me
because she reacted when I snugged and kissed her goodbye.
yes, it sucks all over, painfully sucks.
