“You’d better go to see this kid right away,” the medical assistant told me. “He’s acting kind of odd.”
I know this medical assistant well. She’s been working at our office almost as long as I have. I took her at her word and dashed into the room.
I found a 6-year-old boy sitting on the exam table, his mother standing by his side, her eyes wide open, filled with tears. I’ve known this mother since she was a little girl. She comes from a dysfunctional family, but she’s a survivor. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Usually she’s pleasant, calm, in control. But here she was falling apart before my eyes. more»
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