I know she needs air, I know she’s desperate for it. Xxnx Then she recognizes the next handsign as well, and and she walks to the door “Goodbye, sir” and then as she steps out the door she feels a sharp pain on her left bum. And then tomorrow we get up at seven and we’ll go to school at eight. I finish preparing her lunch and I lay it on the table: a bottle to drink, sandwiches to eat and a small coockie to eat. I wrap my arm around her, keeping her tightly against me and answer to her “Goodnight, sweetie” and I close my eyes. The class itself isn’t very special, it’s just like all the others.
