It's been three days since. She does everything we make her do. I wake her up, give her a bath. She takes her bottles but vomits off any solid food. She hasn't spoken even one word to either of us. Not one. She is like a breathing statue. She sleeps a lot and wakes up screaming from nightmares in the middle of the night, even when we are sleeping together. It's like she doesn't hear anything we say. Cannot hear anything we say. She is tired all the time. She flinches when any of us try to kiss her or cuddle her but doesn't push us back. She is sitting on her high chair staring at the drawing on the fridge. The one that fell off her hands when she ran back upstairs three days ago.
"Sansa, look, I made you pancakes and ice creams, your favorite. Would you like some?" I ask her gently.
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