A Letter to My Child's Therapists

A Letter to My Child's Therapists

You walked into his hospital room with your bags (the ones we would know so well), pulled out your big notebook, and started a file with his name at the top. We had been in the hospital for a week at that point, and it was our fourth hospital trip in two months. I was running off of machine coffee and no sleep. The most exciting time of our day was when the helicopter landed on the pad outside of Micah's room. So when you walked in with your bags and notebook, hope followed you through the door.

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