I don't expect anyone to understand. Why would you? It's my child not yours. My last name is on that boy. The boy I birthed and raised and love. I don't expect anyone to understand why I call several times a day, FaceTime, check-up, talk with his doctor, get copies of his weekly Med regimen, contact insurance to make sure all is well, and wake up in the middle of the night on my bodies times intervals to randomly face time and speak to the nurse to keep people on their toes.
Jason is getting better. He isn't my full "Jason" yet. But I see more and more of my boy everyday. Why I do what I do is frankly none of your fucking business and I am not here to help you understand that. The incredulous confusion is your issue, the safety and well being of my child is mine.
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