jaylar
When we visited Miri we were inclusive with Lynn. As Miri was focused on Peter, she didn’t notice.
I don’t know how to describe it, but it was as if Miri’s entire being was locked into her son, Peter, to the exclusion of all else. To the exclusion of her daughter, Lynn.
My daughter, Tessa wanted Lynn to sleep over a weekend. Without clearing it with me, Tessa asked her Aunt Miri. I thought it was a great idea but was actually shocked Miri would agree.
We wasted no time, had Lynn pack and she came home with us. We smothered her with attention, listened to her every word, asked her what she wanted, how she felt.
We took her to the amusements, and she was part of my family. Of course, she didn’t want to leave.
When returned to her mother, Lynn was crying and clinging to me. I told Miri it was the toys and games and trips, everything except the fact we gave her attention.
Miri was more sour than usual and glared at me.
I had thought that maybe, getting rid of Lynn would please Miri and there’d be other sleep overs.
No.
