“How can something look fine on the OUTSIDE but be broken INSIDE?” Then her dad picked her up and brought her inside, his instructions confusing her. She still had her one arm wrapped around her blanket and the other close to her chest. What was she supposed to do?

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“Confusing, I know,” he replied, knowing how confusing something like this could be for a child. “Here-” Tom took the bracelet and moved to the  waiting room, knowing that it’d still be a few minutes. He sat and positioned her so she was facing him as she sat on his lap. He took his hand and gingerly wiped the tears that rolled down her face. “Can Daddy see this arm? I’m going to give you that bracelet.” He asked, placing a finger on the purple blanket that was tangled around her arm.