I felt genuinely sorry whenever a new one sat before me. Whenever she sat down, the chair changing colors, a look of hope in her eyes. It was heartbreaking watching them disappear, time after time.
My daughter continued her "conversation" as I sat down on the floor. She said, "I'm all fed up. I just don't know what to do with her anymore. She cries whenever I have to work and wants to play games, too."