The Meadow 151 My Friend Called Me Today About Her Daughter Dianna Sion “Hi. I love you. I just left the hospital. Why does it always have to be so depressingly cold in there? This time I wasn’t able to cry for more than a minute. My girl told me that she tried to kill a whole bunch of people this morning. I should check with staff to see if it’s really true. Such a hopeless, futile meeting today. While we were in the lounge, she looked down at her shaky hands and said they look scary like her father’s and she’s going to cut them off–– then, laughingly told the story of how she ‘chased them all around today, trying to kill them, until she was given a sedative.’ She started crying and told me she was sorry she did that. But, I am relieved she no longer slices her strong, pretty, young arms. Bye, I love you.”
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