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Jan. 6th, 2017 10:32 pmLang had spent a week watching the other residents color in the coloring books in the common room. A week, she sat and watched with resentment, angry that they’d been given something under the guise of “therapy” that she could do at home with her three-year-old.
But as week one moved on into week two, she realized these people seemed to be getting a lot out of the activity. It was such a simple, mindless thing. That was the point, she realized, to be able to disengage from the world around her.
The patterns and designs seemed to be so much more ornate and intricate than the things in her daughter’s coloring books. So today, she decided to give it a chance. It couldn’t do any harm.
“Schatje.”
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But as week one moved on into week two, she realized these people seemed to be getting a lot out of the activity. It was such a simple, mindless thing. That was the point, she realized, to be able to disengage from the world around her.
The patterns and designs seemed to be so much more ornate and intricate than the things in her daughter’s coloring books. So today, she decided to give it a chance. It couldn’t do any harm.
“Schatje.”
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