I wanted her to make crafts, eat cookies, play games, make friends.
She wanted the same thing, I think.
But it was too much to handle and Tuesday evening, we got a call from the church.
She was crying. They didn't know why. She wanted to come home.
We rushed to get her.
She said she was thirsty, there were too many people, it was too loud.
I wanted her to have a great week.
I wanted her to make good memories.
I wanted her to enjoy VBS.
It's just a little thing. It is mild, in comparison.
We could be dealing with much worse.
But it still makes this mama's heart sad, somtimes.
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