Here are some more beautiful memories . . .
- The time I sent her on a two-week volunteer trek with a Jewish group. They drove to other states to do mitzvahs in order to learn and grow. The leader called me to tell me she was very depressed and acting weird, but they wanted her to stick it out. It was during this absence that I found all the rave materials in her room.
- When she got back from that volunteer trip, and I confronted her about the rave stuff, and asked her whether she’s been sexually active. She admitted to already having sex with five boys. She was 15.
- The time she bleached her black hair white to look a certain way, but she fried it. I bribed her to dye it black again. This one seems pretty tame compared to the rest of it.
- The time I found her passed out on the couch with a pot pipe next to her. She denied she was smoking it. She was about 18.
- The time I was folding her laundry when she was a teenager, and noticed all her T-shirts had depictions of violence, creepy characters, and drugs. I threw them away because they were vile.
- The time I found out that she had come back to visit, but was staying with her old boyfriend in a tent. Later, I heard from her sibling that she got herpes from him and that’s why she’s so hung up on him. This was last year, when she was 24.
