Getting Justice For our daughter

the drive to Los Angeles

Lena's: POV
It was 8:00 am in the morning and we were on the expressway heading to Los Angeles. It wasn't a lot of traffic so far, Francesca who was asleep in the back seat. I'm hoping this trip will do us all some good, hopefully this orthopedic surgeon at Los Angeles children's hospital will be the answer to our prayers, Dr. Altman is supposed to be the best in children's pediatrics
After receiving news our daughter will possibly never walk again. After searching on the internet for specialists l came across Dr. Altman's bio, l was impressed after reading her story. So I called the Los Angeles children's hospital and scheduled an appointment for Francesca. I had the doctor's office faxed over her medical records to Dr. Altman's physician's assistant marinda Bailey, baby l'm gonna stop at the next exit and pulled into that diner. And get something to eat, before we check in to the Sheraton hotel, Stef says to me
That's fine we don't need to check in until 12:00 noon Lena states. We turned off at the next intersection
We pulled up to Jake's diner. There was a few vehicles parked in the lot
We have another hour before we arrive at our destination according to the GPS system, Francesca who was wide awake. Mommy l'm hungry she said, okay baby that's why momma stopped so we can grab a bit to eat Lena explains, Stef got out the car to get Francesca's chair out of the trunk
While I texted my dad letting him know. We were also in Los Angeles
He gave me an envelope full of cash even though I told him l didn't need it
I'm not sure how much was in the white thick envelope. All l noticed was some rather large bills, he told me Brandon asked were we coming to his fall concert next month. I already have it written down on the calendar
I go to every event or Francesca has
At school. I don't want Brandon feeling like we forgot about him
Two weeks ago Brandon and I went shopping he needed a couple of things
We talked had lunch together, Brandon told me that he didn't wanna come back home. I don't know how l felt about that him living with his grandfather was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, he's thirteen going on fourteen years old. It's not like l didn't see this coming. I just wish I had time to prepare myself for this change. We gave Brandon a choice, and this is what he wants to do, I guess I have to support his decision. We headed inside the restaurant, Stef took Francesca to the bathroom. While I got us a table to sit down at, l asked the hostess to remove the chair from the table so Francesca slide her wheelchair up to the booth