Eliza Donoghue has been through a lot and the loss of her mother was the final straw. She's going through a lot and dealing with repressed memories that have been triggered with the help of hypnotherapy. She needs to accept the past to heal for the...
"Waaah, waaah, waaah" that's the first thing that greets me as soon as I step through the front door. I drop the keys in the bowl by the front door. Climbing the steps two at a time I make my way to Aspen's room.
She continues to cry as I open the bedroom door and see her in the crib. "Eliza," I call out.
Not getting a response I pick up Aspen. Smelling her I get a whiff of shit. Some of it has leaked out of the nappy and down her legs.
What has Eliza been up to all day? She was fine this morning before I left for work.
"Let's get you cleaned up princess and then I'll get you some food." I carry her to the laundry and put the tap on. I fill it up. Testing the temperature I make sure that it's okay before putting her in the sink. I wash her body and sing a song for her.
She quietens down as I sing to her. I put water over her and wash her hair. After the bath I dry her up before wrapping the towel around her small body and carrying her back to the bedroom. Where I change her nappy and put clean clothes on her.
Opening the bedroom door I see Eliza asleep in bed. She hasn't moved from that spot since I left this morning. "Eliza?"
Eliza opens her eyes and looks at me. "You're home?" She croaks out.
"Yes, I am. Did you hear Aspen crying for you? She wanted to be changed and fed."
She looks away from me and puts the covers over head. "Leave me alone."
I need to get her help. It's not like her to distance herself from our daughter and myself.
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