After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.
The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking.
After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom,
“Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”
I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied,…“No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”
I’ll NEVER going back to that doctor ever!