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Now before you think Mommy is really mean for trying to hide - consider this. If I was to play at their house, Mommy would have to go with me for safety reasons because of the trach. Our back yard is a weed pile so playing outside where it is fenced it is not possible. Mommy doesn't trust me to play out in the front yard so that leaves one other option - the girls coming over to play at our house. After a long day at work, Mommy is rushing around to get laundry done and dinner on the table so she is not really prepared to entertain a bunch of kids. But like I said, she gave in and answered the door since she knew I was happy to have them over. Mommy learned some interesting tidbits from the girls which could explain the stalking - they aren't allowed to watch TV and their dad actually is encouraging to come over to see if I can play. Super!
So Mommy helped facilitate the play date with the three of us (with my limited ability to be understood, Mommy needs to translate) for about an hour and then sent the girls on home. Despite not getting the laundry done, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of me taking the hands of the girls to walk up and down the stairs. In a world where many people can't overlook my differences, these girls accept me just how I am.
Peyton Nicole Smith
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