People don't get what I do. I don't know how it is that I should expect them to. I don't know a whole lotta people who'd sign up for this. Being kicked at, screamed at, punched at and spat at isn't something people probably oughta sign up for...LOL But where there's mission and purpose and a pure heart's desire--being labled a 'twised two balled bitch' while you're rolling on the floor with one pissed off kiddo doesn't even make the highlights of your day when you get the "and how was your day?". It just doesn't.
Instead, you talk about that Virginia--the one who hated you, the one literally disappeared the moment you entered the building, the one you purposed to 'find', the one who screamed and threw things at you when you pushed at the issues she refused to acknowledge, who cut at herself and smeared her blood on the walls to write words of hate for you-- the one who now counts the days until you return from vacation, the one who puts her head on your forearm and 'air hugs' you when you walk in the door, the one whose parents cried and embraced you because they'd lost all hope of ever having that child that was so loving and loved, back.
"Virginia gave me a pinwheel!"
"Oh, right--which is Virginia?"
"The really short, cute one."
"Very nice pinwheel. What a kind child."
It's a GREAT pinwheel!
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