These are the days that I feel the most like a mom. It's the normal stuff you have to do, drag a kid to the oral surgeon for some fine wisdom teeth extraction. Drop off the prescriptions to be picked up later. Lined up with her teachers about the homework during her school absence. Prop up the pillows for her to drag her groggy body over to the couch and lean up on. Plan the soft meals out for the next couple of days. Watch over her because even though she is nearly sixteen and is everything that comes with that, surly, obnoxious at times, arguementative, shares very little of my taste in music or movies - she is my baby, forever my baby and I am her mother.
ICA threw that away. I know not everyone is meant to be a mother, we see that time and time again, and not everybody wants kids. Nothing wrong with that. However she was given a gift, and she treated that gift in the worst way possible.
All the DT moves and motions and inquiries and questioning and bluster will not change that this is for Caylee. Strangers have more affection and love for a child than her mother or DT ever will.