Started: April 22, 2023
Finished: still in progress
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The summary is in the story...
It has been a couple of weeks since the last day of school and that went surprisingly well. The principal went in with me and told my teacher that I needed it to keep my "headband" on for the day and didn't even give an explanation why. He then turned to the class and told them that I was to keep them on all day and if anyone took them off they would get in trouble even if it was the last day. I felt proud of myself because no one attempted to take them off and I didn't even activate my new powers.
Right now my parents and I are in a hospital room. I am wearing a small t-shirt style light purple dress with white polka dots scattered all around it with a white ribbon around the waist. I was also wearing white flats that had a small purple bow on the front of the shoes. My mother paired it up with a small crossbody white messenger bag that also has a purple bow on it where the clasp is. The only things I have in it are my tablet and candy. I also had a white straw hat with the same color bow around it.
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When we first arrived at the building it was a green color with many windows around it. We walked up to a big glass door that slid open. When walking into the building you see that chairs were lined up along the wall and then made a some type of square shape and small little tables on the side of every fourth chair. It looked like it had magazines on them. The carpet was a dark green color. There were four windows along a wall to the right of the door with a lady at each window and there were people in line at each one. My parents went up to the receptionist desk that only had one person in line.
I held onto my father's hand lightly. I saw he had looked down at it. I'm guessing he must have felt my hand tremble. He picked me up and rubbed my back. He told me, "You don't need to be scared sweetie. Nothing bad will happen and if they do try to take you away Mama and I will fight so hard for them to not. But this is the only person we can see about what is going on with you. We just want to make sure that you are not being hurt by any of this."
I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and nodded my head. In a quiet voice, "Ok Papa, I understand. I'm sorry that I'm scared."
I heard him chuckle a little and bounced me lightly. "Oh sweetie there's nothing to be sorry about. Being scared is perfectly okay. You want to know something?"
I tilted my head to the side and asked, "What Papa?"
He gave a small smile and said, "I'm scared too."
I looked at him with wide eyes and asked, "You scared Papa?" He nodded his head and I asked, "Why?"
With the same small smile, he said in a soft gentle voice, "I'm scared because this might be hurting you and they will try to take you away."
I looked down and thought about it. "Oh... I guess even Papa gets scared sometimes."
He chuckled lightly and said, "It's because I am your Papa that I am scared. But I know I will protect you no matter what."
