You long for the chance to soar among the clouds, but chains have joined the party and it is clear none of that sort will happen till you get past the torture. Nothing good will come out of this, although perhaps you could hope that your spirit would not be broken although I would beg to differ. The personalities, ohdearyme one of a three year old, one of a thirty year old, and one of a sixteen year old. So many personalities, one child. Yet? I see we have to do this together, so as fair warning, it is highly probable that the you, or me, or her, of two and a half years later will not be the child that arrived excited on these miserable happy shores three or so years ago. So innocent then, so jaded now.