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judecorpDear Ms. I-Didn't-Bring-My-Child-To-Therapy,
I'm sorry you have a migraine. Really, I am. Having never had one before, I can't really say I know how you feel, but I imagine you're in quite a bit of pain. My throat is singing 'Ave Maria Stella' right about now, but that's okay, too. I'm sorry you were too sick to sit in the waiting room while I worked with your grandson. I raced over there, 30+ miles in the pouring and blinding rain, because I care. But that's okay, too.
You know, I'm really worried about him. He's not even four, and he's been through so much. Your grandson self-injures, you know. I bet that hurts more than a migraine.
Thanks.
Jude
I'm sorry you have a migraine. Really, I am. Having never had one before, I can't really say I know how you feel, but I imagine you're in quite a bit of pain. My throat is singing 'Ave Maria Stella' right about now, but that's okay, too. I'm sorry you were too sick to sit in the waiting room while I worked with your grandson. I raced over there, 30+ miles in the pouring and blinding rain, because I care. But that's okay, too.
You know, I'm really worried about him. He's not even four, and he's been through so much. Your grandson self-injures, you know. I bet that hurts more than a migraine.
Thanks.
Jude
