I knew you didn’t believe me. We faced each other in the exam room, my son’s blistering red arm between us, and I could tell. It was his third trip to the doctor in as many days, each time to see someone new. Our story had never changed.
Tuesday, April 07, 2015
To the Doctor Who Reported Me to Child Protective Services
To the Doctor Who Reported Me to Child Protective Services
I knew you didn’t believe me. We faced each other in the exam room, my son’s blistering red arm between us, and I could tell. It was his third trip to the doctor in as many days, each time to see someone new. Our story had never changed.
I knew you didn’t believe me. We faced each other in the exam room, my son’s blistering red arm between us, and I could tell. It was his third trip to the doctor in as many days, each time to see someone new. Our story had never changed.
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