This story is weird. The way the movie presented it, and the way I remember it first being reported, was that this baby was kidnapped by a distant relative, and then, six years later, the mother saw the little girl at a party and recognized her as her daughter. But after googling for some more information, I'm finding a bunch of articles quoting people who are cousins of both the kidnapper and the baby's real father who said that they'd suspected it for years and told the father to look into it, but he didn't do anything. [link]

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sending the ma~~~ your way to you and the school. Which is headed Palo Alto way as well. My sister know one of the moms over there

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Pix, tons of comfort~ma to you and the school.

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ION, Netflix timed it perfect, Torchwood and Dr Who crossover episodes. Cool.

IOON, the MFY are one game away from earning the trophy again.

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If I haven't found someone by next July or August, they are going to India in December, and they are taking me, and I will be married there.

Dude, do you WANT to get married? Or do you just want to shut up your Mom?

Seriously. Quit fiddling around with mantras you don't give a hell about and joking about ninjas. You're a grown up. People can't make you do these things.

If your priority is to make your parents happy then for heavens sake DO that. It's a choice. If you choose to wait around until you meet someone and fall in love that's another choice. You could chose to see a shrink. You can also choose to muddle along and bitch about it continually and be miserable and half-ass things that you think will keep people happy. Again this is a choice.

I realize these aren't easy choices to make, but half the time it seems like you don't realize THIS IS ALL UP TO YOU. You're an autonomous adult human being with a job and money and your health. You have nothing but choices. You are hugely blessed.

Do what you want to do. Your parents won't hate you forever -- they haven't yet, have they? They swung that knife over your neck when you changed majors, left school, didn't buy your uncle's car... it's toothless. Call their fucking bluff and do what you want. Pick what you want, and do it.

Or don't. But know that that too is a C.H.O.I.C.E.

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Thanks for the ~ma. Suicide is always the worst type of student death to deal with, as awful as any death is. I can't imagine what her family is going through. Tomorrow is going to be really hard.

Sigh.

Anyway, I've spent the day grading and have finished all but four of my freshmen's papers, so I think I'm going to crawl into bed and try to think about happier things. Timelies, all.

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Oh, Kristin. I'm so sorry to hear about this. A lot of ~ma to you and your class, school and the girl's family. I hope sleep would be a relief.

omnis, yicks at the back fall. How are you feeling now?

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So why do I always get the housekeeping bug after midnight? Load of laundry and dishes are running right now. Which means I have to wait until wash is done to put it in drier before I can go to bed.

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omnis, yicks at the back fall. How are you feeling now?

I'm ok. I think it was just a series of super mild strains on the right side joints. No bruising or anything. Just frustrating. I hate falling. It's never graceful. The falling, or the getting back up.

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So why do I always get the housekeeping bug after midnight?

Because you're seekritly one of the house elves? If so, one day you're going to make a woman very lucky.

I hate falling. It's never graceful. The falling, or the getting back up.

I know, dear. Especially in public.

ION, my good news of today: the man who sat next to me on the bus today was really respectful to my personal space, and made efforts to keep it. I forgot such a thing can exist. He asked permission to sit next to me, and kept distance of at least 2 cm from me at all times on a very crowded bus. I wish I could have think of something to say to him to tell him I appreciate his efforts, but couldn't think of nothing that wouldn't sound weird. He's my PC Barry of the day. I can't remember the last time that a man or a woman showed such respect to my personal space (I'm not considering the ultra orthodox religious men who wouldn't get near me because I a woman and hence filthy in it). I don't want to forget that this option exist ever again.

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Glad you're doing ok, omnis.

{{{Kristin}}} Much peace~ma for that student's family and the whole school.

It's nice to hear of something going right, Shir. Decent guys to sit by on a bus, they are something to celebrate.

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