She came to us a scared, scarred and silent nine-year-old. Her emotional level was on par with a four-year-old, barking like a dog, freezing up when asked a direct question, and unable to process simple requests. Reading was non-existent and no book held enough enticement for her to learn. We were told she was retarded, would never graduate high school, lacked the ability to form lasting relationships and that we should expect to institutionalize her when she came of age.
Thankfully, through prayers and the hard work of many who cared, none of the case-worker's predictions are coming true. She will graduate in three months with a solid B average. Her relationship with her siblings is strong and she wants to live at home to save money. The only institution I expect to send her to is one of higher learning, and we are waiting for responses from colleges where she's applied.
It's true that she still has many issues that mentally slow her down, being a meth baby has that effect, but all her siblings point to her as the one amongst them most likely to succeed. The reason: she never gives up. No matter how difficult the trial, when she understood its importance, she clawed her way through it.
That dogged determination will be her saving grace in a world that seems to only reward the gifted. It also made for a fun-filled morning.