We were doing more meet and greets.
A sweet baby girl walked over to me.
I pulled her in a hug and accidentally felt lumps on her arms.
I pulled her sleeves up.
What I saw broke my heart.
Sitting her on my lap I started kissing her scars.
I felt tears hit my arm where I was cuddling her.
No more is all I said.
She cried harder on my lap.
No more.
I'm sorry she choked through her sobs.
I don't want to do this anymore I'm better than this but I can't stop.
How long?
Two years.
If you promise me that you won't do that anymore I promise you that we are here for you.
I want to stop.
But I can't.
Elaine we will come visit you in two weeks and if I see one fresh cut on your arm I will not be pleased with you.
