My daughter received her PSAT scores. She did a great job for her little sophomore self (64 critical reading, 53 math, 63 writing skills). She has some preparation to do before next year's test and eligibility for Merit Scholarships.
She's a smart kid. I have no doubt in her intelligence. I worry about her motivation and interest in school. I need to change my parenting to help her. No hesitancy in admitting I'm the cause her apathy.
And the strangest, disturbing dream I had about her this morning. Tornadic weather was howling outside the house we were living. I went inside and started eating this stew that Emma had made. I remember she had this cold stern look on her face. The stew was delicious. Thick and full of meat. I noticed there was a gratitous amount in the large glass I was eating from. Still eating, I ask Em what kind of meat did she use. I was thinking buffalo until I noticed a gold covered tooth. And with the realization of what the meat was, she tells me that it was the candyman who delivered candy in the neighborhood like an icecream man would. I wanted to finish eating the stew but felt obligated to stop. Felt like I would be condoning my daughter's murderous act if I ate more so I started feeding our dogs....a few more details about the dogs and then I woke.
Emmaline's response and look in my dream would unnerve the socios.