Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The Peanut Butter Jar


April 2010
         Last night when I was walking past Phil’s room, I heard laughing him on the phone with one of his friends. Phil was telling his friend that the 5 year-old boy he was babysitting was able to open the peanut-butter jar that he could not open. Even though he was joking about it, I knew that Phil was humiliated and frightened. Up until today, I don’t think he fully grasped the idea that he was becoming weaker and weaker. 

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