I am sorry, please forgive me for anything in me that may be contributing to my experience of my daughter Donna. I clean with my thoughts of her being transferred in her job to another school. I clean with my experience of witnessing her grieved it but the schools do not ever pay attention to this. I clean with my thoughts of her car that was stolen and her not have the money to get another one. Thank you, I love you. I reach for Divinity’s hand.
