Baby's Back Home

Today afterschool, my mom and I picked up Pancha from VCA on Wilshire in Santa Monica. My fucking baby's soul is dead. Her scar on her lower stomach is horrifying. And her eyes are half asleep from being filled with 10+ different Drugs. Once everyday, I have to inject pain medication - As In Needle, Into Her Cheek. When I held her for the first time after 3 days, she felt weightless. It broke my heart. I hope she comes back. Her perkiness, happiness - I Miss It.