A Saturday phone call to my Mother enlisted a reminder of some of the last words my daughter spoke to me as she was being ripped from my arms by CPS.
"Mommy, please never never stop fighting for me!, she wailed through her sniffles..arms extended, and nothing I could do. They showed me a warrant...
How a suppressed memory like this can pierce my heart. After so much time....
Somehow we know we can never stop fighting.
Why the he'll someone would take ti.e to login to my blog and change what I wrote about that day boggles my mind. So I'm going to guess. They had/have a better and more superior UNDERSTANDING of why I wrote the entry. Including the proper use of grammer vs. The proper purpose of the memory.importance of some need for someone's private feelings.. (not mine) The importance of letting me k ow THEY believe (enuf to make this effort) that it is imperative I u debatable d that they feel. Yes feel; I am less i.prtant than... huh? Also, they feel, their time is best spent ensuring that's my focus.. In summary.. I ha e been notifies of my underwhelming entry with no real value, and that if I do not interali,,e properly I will co tinue to get notice.
ReplyDeleteSo, do I see this as a challenge to push thru being uh...internetly insulted, or do I a ept that I su k. No one cares. It's all a puppet show. So pain and suffering may be influenced by my cooperation?
I need to think about this.
Ok. Thought it over. Hacker people... know your audience e