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woman who was diagnosed with bipolar disorder when she was in her teens."
"Of course," I exclaimed. "That's why he put the head of the patient on the body of a social worker. It was all part of the message."
"Because it's in the head she was sick and needed help."
"Just like the kids placed in Hummelgaarden."
Morten sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Wow that's a lot to take in at once. So how do we do it? How do we save this guy?"
"We raise enough money to keep Hummelgaarden open."
17
May 2006
" I LOVE YOU SO much mom!"
"I love you too, Samuel," Alexandra said, forcing a smile.
You don't mean that. Why are you lying to the boy? The fact is, you can't stand him. You're scared to death of him, even on the good days.
She was standing in the kitchen cutting carrots for dinner when Samuel came up to her and said the words. She looked at him only briefly, afraid to say or do something that might cause another of his fits. The fact was, he could be so sweet and loving at one moment, but then change in an instant and Alexandra was never prepared for when that was.
Unlike Poul who had stopped talking to the boy at all, Alexandra hadn't given up on Samuel yet. She still believed that somewhere, deep inside, the real Samuel was hiding and that there was a way to help him. But, as she had experienced in the last several years, there wasn't much help to get anywhere.
Samuel is a troublemaker , the school said, when they expelled him.
He needs better discipline, the social worker said, when Alexandra tried to get help from the county.
He has a bad temper, he'll grow out of it , the doctor said.
Meanwhile, Alexandra had to deal with the boy every day now, since no school on the island would take him. She had to quit her own job to homeschool him and she had no idea how to do it.
"What's for dinner?" Samuel asked, still smiling.
Alexandra's hands were shaking as she whispered the answer. "Meatballs and potatoes."
She closed her eyes, waiting for the boy's response. He usually liked meatballs, but like so many other things, that could change. He could suddenly decide he hated meatballs and start throwing things.
She never knew.
"I love meatballs," he said.
Alexandra sighed, relieved, and opened her eyes. Samuel looked at her and smiled. She felt fear rise inside of her, knowing how easily that smile and those eyes could suddenly turn pitch-black, and she would see nothing but evil on his face.
"That's good then," she said, and returned to chopping the carrots. She didn't like the way the boy stared at the knife, which made her hold it more tightly in her hand.
What am I to do with you, my boy? How can this ever end happily?
She had tried everything and everybody. She had sought out all the experts, even tried to medicate the boy, but nothing helped. No one understood her. No one understood how she could be afraid of her own son, of a ten-year-old boy. But she was. She was terrified of him. Every day she woke up, she feared what the day with him would bring. Homeschooling him was close to impossible and she had almost given up. Poul had suggested they send the boy away, to a boarding school on the mainland and Alexandra was tempted, but still didn't like the idea of giving up on the boy.
"When is dinner going to be ready, Mom?" Samuel asked.
Alexandra swallowed hard. "Half an hour."
"But I'm hungry now, Mom."
Alexandra looked at the boy quickly, then down at the meatballs that she was about to put in the pan. It was only five-thirty. They always ate at six. She always made sure they did, ever since Samuel threw a fit because she was five minutes late with the food one day. Her heart started pounding in her chest.
"The food will be on the table at six, like usual. Just the way you like it, okay?" she said, with a gentle tone to her voice.
Samuel stomped his foot on the floor. Alexandra gasped and grabbed on to the counter.
Please don't be angry. Please don't throw a fit. Please don't.
"I'm hungry NOW!" he
"Of course," I exclaimed. "That's why he put the head of the patient on the body of a social worker. It was all part of the message."
"Because it's in the head she was sick and needed help."
"Just like the kids placed in Hummelgaarden."
Morten sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Wow that's a lot to take in at once. So how do we do it? How do we save this guy?"
"We raise enough money to keep Hummelgaarden open."
17
May 2006
" I LOVE YOU SO much mom!"
"I love you too, Samuel," Alexandra said, forcing a smile.
You don't mean that. Why are you lying to the boy? The fact is, you can't stand him. You're scared to death of him, even on the good days.
She was standing in the kitchen cutting carrots for dinner when Samuel came up to her and said the words. She looked at him only briefly, afraid to say or do something that might cause another of his fits. The fact was, he could be so sweet and loving at one moment, but then change in an instant and Alexandra was never prepared for when that was.
Unlike Poul who had stopped talking to the boy at all, Alexandra hadn't given up on Samuel yet. She still believed that somewhere, deep inside, the real Samuel was hiding and that there was a way to help him. But, as she had experienced in the last several years, there wasn't much help to get anywhere.
Samuel is a troublemaker , the school said, when they expelled him.
He needs better discipline, the social worker said, when Alexandra tried to get help from the county.
He has a bad temper, he'll grow out of it , the doctor said.
Meanwhile, Alexandra had to deal with the boy every day now, since no school on the island would take him. She had to quit her own job to homeschool him and she had no idea how to do it.
"What's for dinner?" Samuel asked, still smiling.
Alexandra's hands were shaking as she whispered the answer. "Meatballs and potatoes."
She closed her eyes, waiting for the boy's response. He usually liked meatballs, but like so many other things, that could change. He could suddenly decide he hated meatballs and start throwing things.
She never knew.
"I love meatballs," he said.
Alexandra sighed, relieved, and opened her eyes. Samuel looked at her and smiled. She felt fear rise inside of her, knowing how easily that smile and those eyes could suddenly turn pitch-black, and she would see nothing but evil on his face.
"That's good then," she said, and returned to chopping the carrots. She didn't like the way the boy stared at the knife, which made her hold it more tightly in her hand.
What am I to do with you, my boy? How can this ever end happily?
She had tried everything and everybody. She had sought out all the experts, even tried to medicate the boy, but nothing helped. No one understood her. No one understood how she could be afraid of her own son, of a ten-year-old boy. But she was. She was terrified of him. Every day she woke up, she feared what the day with him would bring. Homeschooling him was close to impossible and she had almost given up. Poul had suggested they send the boy away, to a boarding school on the mainland and Alexandra was tempted, but still didn't like the idea of giving up on the boy.
"When is dinner going to be ready, Mom?" Samuel asked.
Alexandra swallowed hard. "Half an hour."
"But I'm hungry now, Mom."
Alexandra looked at the boy quickly, then down at the meatballs that she was about to put in the pan. It was only five-thirty. They always ate at six. She always made sure they did, ever since Samuel threw a fit because she was five minutes late with the food one day. Her heart started pounding in her chest.
"The food will be on the table at six, like usual. Just the way you like it, okay?" she said, with a gentle tone to her voice.
Samuel stomped his foot on the floor. Alexandra gasped and grabbed on to the counter.
Please don't be angry. Please don't throw a fit. Please don't.
"I'm hungry NOW!" he
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