I was originally shocked when I saw the letters from my Grandson. If only I knew back them that it was just a silly prank. That's what he says it was. Him and the rest of the family came over for tea after their camping trip. They all came back safe and sound. I suppose I was worrying myself for nothing. They all looked the same, but they seemed a little... different. I'm not sure, I'm an old lady, my memory isn't the best and perhaps I'm just looking for reasons to stress.
Noah is less excited than he was before. Maybe he's tired from the camping.
The other day we were outside in the park. Hannah and Noah were playing when Hannah accidentally scratched her brother with her nail. Surprisingly, the cut grew deep. Very deep. The cut wouldn't stop bleeding though Noah didn't seem to feel the pain. He just stood there with a blank face as I tried to clean the cut up. I expected Hannah to be in hysterics, though like Noah, she just stood there staring into space. We ended up having to take Noah to the ER. He had a couple stitches. A couple stitches from a scratch?!
After he was all fixed up, we went home. While she was eating a sandwich, I noticed something about Hannah's hands. Her nails more specifically. They were short. Very short like she had been biting them all her life. Perhaps some of the shortest, bluntest nails I had ever seen. "Do you bite or chew your nails Hannah?" I asked.
"Yes, I do all the time. I can't remember the last time my nails were long." She joked.
"Right, well - did you have long nails when we were at the park?" I asked
"No, they've been short for ages. I said I can't remember the last time they were long." She repeated, starting to get jarred at my questions. How interesting. Hannah's nails seemed to be as blunt and short as anything yet managed to cause Noah a very deep cut.
It was very interesting, but I didn't think about it much. The world works in mysterious ways. I ignored it for so long but over the next months there were more peculiar injuries from my grandchildren.
Hannah broke her arm because she hit it against the table.
Noah hit his funny bone on the door and ended up fracturing his elbow.
Hannah cracked her skull for an unknown reason. Her head just started hurting randomly.
Noah got several bruises in his sleep.
No doubt, these injuries arose questions from the doctors at the hospital. They suspected child abuse. My daughter, Shelly and her husband Mike fought a court battle. To my relief, they managed to win. But these injuries kept on coming up, randomly and another court case and study was brought in. This one, the parents lost. Noah and Hannah were placed in my care for the foreseeable future.
