Wednesday, April 13, 2016
I grabbed her by the shoulders with all the gentleness and confidence I could muster. I locked my eyes on hers.
Lucy, this is not you. Look at mommy. This is not you. Stop right now.
It wasn't her, but she couldn't stop.
I knew she would regret her behavior later but I also knew there was no rationalizing with her in that moment.
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