The master is tapping my arm, he must want food.

The master is tapping my arm, he must want food.
I stopped telling those people in the hopes that they’ll understand.
It’s about making progress.
Within minutes… I’m out cold.
There aren’t too many prodigy doctor shows about kids like him.
I can’t imagine scrolling menus just to say, “I. Am. Angry.”
One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.
This is what unconditional means. I get that now.
He has choices now. I made the effort to find his outlet.
I’m no longer putting all his eggs in one silent basket.
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