I don't know what's happened to me in the last couple of days, and I am even partially scared to talk about because I don't want to jinx anything. I was leaving church last night and I missed a step and fell, I didn't even know how it happened and I was on the ground. I have a knee that has to be replace from arthritis and have been having the Hyalgan injections, just the day before, well anyway, twisted ankle, fell on curb of the sidelwalk, fell straight onto bad knee. My Orthopedic surgeon has told me from x-rays, MRI's that my knee cap is actually hanging out someone in the back of my knee, not where it is supposed to be. Not in terrrible pain or anything just sometimes hard to get around, but I did not need for this to happen. When I fell, my daughter fell to the ground, she said I love you momma. She didn't know what had happened and I think she thought I was having heart attack or something. She had just told me to watch my step, (mother hen) and then I fell. I was hurting but I was glad to know that my daughter who is generally not so kind, really does care. She was very helpful to help me get up and helped me get home and get in bed and iced up. I have been thinking about her a lot and how she can be the most loving child and affectionate and sometimes very thoughful and then so completely opposite of all those things. I tried to imagine being her, and not having friends, and watching her sister excel at everything and having tons of friends and parties to go to. I am my 12 year old's best friend. She doesn't have anyone else. I am her mother first, but I fill in where friends should be. The people that she hangs out the most are adults. She doesn't seem to care much about kids. She always gravitates to the adults. All of the adults that know her, and spend time with her see the best side of her. I am going to try to focus on some things that I think she would be good at and enjoy, maybe the guitar, photography, dog training. She loves rocks. I think I have found some compassion for her. I think there is still a chance for her. I have a little hope, and hope that it keeps growing. I am a little scared to even have these feelings, been there done that, type of moment. She made honor roll the last two semesters of school. I am proud of her for that. She's going to a day camp at the childrens hospital here for two weeks during the day for social skills and anger management. She carried in groceries today, without complaining. She just called me to check on me and see how my leg is feeling. I hope she doesn't want something from me, want to enjoy the good things, but there is always those thoughts creeping in. Back and forth. I guess we just take whatever we can and enjoy those days or moments. Just feeling good for a moment and wanted to share.