Micheal comes into the living room this morning crying because he and Grace had a fight.
“Mom…look at what Gracie did.” He holds out his arm to show me his boo boo. I look at Grace. She is standing there with a cotton ball soaked with alcohol.
“Michael let me clean it!” she says.
“Grace if I were him I wouldn’t let you touch me either!”
“But I just want to help mom!”
“Not with alcohol Grace, that will hurt more!!!” I turned back to Michael who is still in tears and he says…
“Grace hurt me…she put bleed on me!”