December 5, 2021:
She left me to suffer an entire weekend with a broken arm because she believed that, as a child, I was prone to exaggeration and my judgment could not bear weight. I knew what it was, because it was my second and I recognized the signs after the experience of the first.
If I were then the me I am today I'd have stolen quarters from the laundry change and taken a bus to the emergency room. Instead I felt powerless, and waited the weekend for help on Monday. She'd promised that if I was still crying from pain then she'd have me examined. She did, it was, and I went home in my second cast.
(Why did my bones break so easily? Little insect sticks of arms.)