Category Archives: trauma

Letty The Lookout

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Hi guys,

I am scared. I Gotta keep it together. It is hard. I know I am not supposed to be here right now, but I am here.

I think I gotta keep watch. You never know when things are gonna happen.

Beatriz and I went to lunch early so that we can get it together.

It feels weird being in her big body. She wore a new bra today that feels like we are strapped in for take-off. I hate it. I feel bunched. I told Beatriz to take it off. She says we can’t. It has to stay on. She said something about being WORK APPROPRIATE. Boring! And I am still bunched. She said that is what happens when I come out at work. That she’s in boring clothes that bunch. Ugh.

She does not understand that I have a job to do. I am The Lookout!

Sincerely,

Letty

I’m Letty

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The World of Strawberry Shortcake

 

Hi everyone!

 

My name is Letty. I am 10 years old. Today was a big day. I got to talk to Doc. It was good, but then it was not so good. I am mad at him. I don’t want to talk to him again.

 

I didn’t want to go to work with Beatriz because I wanted to talk about what happened with Doc. Beatriz said we had to go to work cause it was time to work. She said they were especting her at work. I just wanted to go home. So Beatriz let me bring in Hammy my stuffed hamster so that I could pet him while we were at work. I had to promise to be quiet and not come out at work. It was hard cause I wanted to talk about what happened with Doc. Beatriz then let me get passion fruit iced tea at the coffee shop. She prefers Earl Grey. Blech.

 

Anyways, Beatriz took the witness statement, and I wanted to help out. So when she went to proof read the statement I did it for her. She needed a break. BUT, I missed some spelling mistakes. Beatriz noticed later, and she realized what I did. Uh oh … I was just trying to help. Beatriz said that’s why I need to listen to her because work is grown up stuff. She said she knew I tried to help, but that work is only for her to do.

 

So we are all very tired. I am tired. Beatriz let me get a Strawberry Shortcake app on her iPhone. I like that she knows I’m here now.

 

Sincerely,

 

Letty

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Last night

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Last night at my friend’s house I was told I had bad dreams and cried out in my sleep. Great. I remember feeling bad in my sleep (I know that sounds strange), but I don’t recall any specifics. I think tonight my friend could tell I was feeling scared about going home, and he offered to rent a movie for us. Then I started falling asleep on the couch and he told me to go to his room to go to sleep. He insisted on taking the couch, though I would have felt better if I slept on the couch.

It’s nice sleeping here, but eventually I have to go home. Perhaps the fact that I can hear him cutting his toenails in the next room will motivate me to be fine with going home tomorrow …