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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Sun Jul 27 03 / 7:25 PM Today I went to a family picnic with my Dad's side that I didn't want to go to but did, and after going was glad I went - not only due to fulfilled obligation, but genuine enjoyment. There was a baby, my second cousin Jenna, and I met her on what seemed like the most perfect day of her life. She was sweet, clean, soft, sundressed, bald, chubby, big and blue eyed, curious, approachable, and happy. She made my day, and I loved her the way I love all young babies I am related to. My uncle Bruce was also there; he's mentally handicapped, and he lives in a home. The family visits him a few times a year, phones him, and sends him money, but I have yet to see real interaction. He eats what you put in front of him, sits where you tell him to, and stares ahead with a far away look in his eye. But as I sat watching him do nothing - amidst 10 people who were all ignoring him - he pursed his lips and made buzzes at the baby, who was crawling on the ground between us all. To have no choice has to be one of the saddest things.
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Lisa Higgs
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