“Sweetie you’re so cold. Something’s missing. I can sense a change in you.” “I miss daddy,” MT said as she colored in her arts and craft book only using the black crayon. “Don’t lie to me, MT. What happened to you? You don’t even play with your toys anymore.” MT shrugged. “I don’t like them.” Fran kissed her daughter on the forehead. “I’ll fix you. I promise.” “I hate preschool, momma. If I’m broken can I stay home?” Fran looked deep into her daughter’s eyes. “I think you need to be around other children, you’re going.” Fran focused all she did on fixing her little girl. She knew her late husband wouldn’t sit back and ignore the change in their daughter’s behavior and neither would she. Fran was starting to forget what it was like to hear her daughter laugh or smile. No medical diagnosis was given; Fran could only suspect madness. Fran had to balance researching her daughter’s condition and making sure MT led a normal life. “Alright, Kenneth, I want you to kiss her on the cheek,”
