[She didn't have more than a passing interest in the pieces of paper that would make the doctors upset, even if it didn't show on their face or in their words-she knew. There was a time when she would try to stand on her toes and look at what they were writing, but she lost interest after being given a stuffed cat or some blocks and when their overwhelming feelings got to her.
It didn't matter anyway. They taught her to read and write for the sake of being able to read her medication bottles-died before they could teach her anything else, if they were even willing to. It's doubtful she could've made heads or tails of the meaning behind the numbers anyway.]
Did it make you happy when you read the forms? Did they give you other things to read?
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It didn't matter anyway. They taught her to read and write for the sake of being able to read her medication bottles-died before they could teach her anything else, if they were even willing to. It's doubtful she could've made heads or tails of the meaning behind the numbers anyway.]
Did it make you happy when you read the forms? Did they give you other things to read?