Sam,
Today was a rough day for mom and I.
I woke up this morning to a "Mr. Power... Mr. Power..." and saw the social worker standing above me.
He told me that there was "no more room in the inn tonight."
Your mom was with you at the time, so I sleepily walked down the hall to let her know.
We moved out. Mom cried tears of frustration. After I took her home I came back so I could talk to the Doctor. I waited for a couple hours. When he came I tried to explain that you needed to progress. He kept you at the same orders; three feeds a day.
Love,
Dad
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