Life Support For The First Time Around
As I hugged my daughter Destiny, I tried to get her to tell me what was wrong. But she couldn’t get words out through her downpour of tears. At the same time, Joanne was trying to get my attention. It took me a minute to respond to Joanne, I was feeling annoyed with her and whatever she had done to upset my child to this degree. I never imagined that she had upset her so much she would be on life support after a suicide attempt in three weeks
“What?” I finally asked Joanne once Destiny’s cries died down to sniffles and she was sucking on Blinkie, her stuffed lamb’s special blanket.
“I need to speak to you in my office. Alone. All of this,” Joanne gestured toward Destiny and moved her hand up and down. “Is Destiny manipulating you, and she is a master manipulator.”