Emily.
As Jane sits on the swing, her legs swing back and forth with joyful enthusiasm.
As she says “High mommy high,” her giggling becomes a constant melody.
I laugh along. She’s enjoying herself, and I love to see it.
We’ve been here for approximately an hour, and I have no intention of departing any time soon. Additionally, she is welcome to spend as much time as she desires in this place.
After a while, she grows tired of the swing and asks me to let her out. As soon as her feet touch the floor, she rushes off to the slide, eagerly waiting for another child to ascend the steps.
I take a seat on the bench and observe as she happily plays and interacts with the other children.
Even with what she went through living with my parents, she is still a happy child, so kind and caring to
