Then Friday came. Sarah's daily routine is this:
- 9:30 she wakes up
- 9:45 she gets herself dressed
- 10:30 we depart for the store
- 10:50 she counts the money drawer
- 11:00 she goes upstairs to John's office and he feeds her lunch
- 11:30 she comes back down to the store
- 11:45 TJ picks her up at the side door to transport her to her job training program
For some reason on Friday, she did not wake up as usual. I went in a few times and asked her if she was ok. I asked if her teeth hurt. She assured me she was fine. So off we went for the store. When it was time for lunch, TJ (John was away at a meeting - sure love having TJ working with us now) came into the store and said Sarah was laying on the futon and did not want to eat lunch. I ran upstairs to check on her and told her she could stay there for the day. She insisted on going to her job. I handed TJ an empty trash can before he left. You know, just in case.
I went back into the store with a pit in my stomach. Something was just off. Something just did not feel right. The crazy thing is, I have been feeling this way since the beginning of this school year. I continue to question why we are sending her to this program when she has a place of employment. Her very own store. You may remember my post from last spring when I found out that this program was recommending that she go to the AAC (adult activities center) upon her aging out at the end of this year. I saw that as being so limiting. I was angry. Mostly because this was the first I had heard this. Her previous teachers seemed more optimistic. But Sarah wants to walk across the stage for graduation in June. So that is the goal. Our eyes are on that prize.
TJ returned to the office and said Sarah was fine by the time he dropped her off. I felt somewhat relieved. Until a few hours later when I started calling Sarah's cell phone at the time she should be home, and she was not answering. My momma antennae was going haywire. I was just about to ask TJ to go home and check on her, when she finally answered. "Gosh mom, I was eating my snack," I heard in her disgusted voice. "I'm fine mom." "Ok Sarah, see you later. This time I really did breathe a sigh of relief. I went back to working on a sample I am making, in between customers.
When I arrived home, an envelope was waiting for me on the counter...