What if being healed might be as easy as finding your ears?

She was a shell.

She was skinny and sickly, often lost in her little world. Her stomach racked her in pain. Friends were elusive.

She was unhappy, never having (even once!) exploded in childhood giggles that should have been her right.

My husband and I oscillated between worry and confidence that she would grow out of “this.” One of us, either he or I, carried the ball of fear for this child. The ball of concern never went away.

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