Around Day 25, she may interact with her uniform. Support her without making it a "big deal."

She wore her favorite hoodie. She asked me to braid her hair. She didn’t eat breakfast, but she drank a smoothie.

"Drive slower," she whispered, pressing her face to the window. The building was gray, silent, empty (it was a Saturday). "It looks smaller than I remember."

My mom started crying. My dad just stared.

That is not a failure. That is the bravest thing I have ever seen.

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