Well, I was definitely right to believe that I am filled with germs, so I'm glad that I canceled. But come on, T. This is so unlike me! I've never canceled, never even asked to reschedule. I'm always happy to meet you earlier when you ask.

So why didn't you ask me why I had to cancel? The rational part of my brain figures that you didn't ask because boundaries and I would have told you if I wanted you to know or something. But the irrational, child with paternal transference wants to throw a tantrum because you obviously don't care about me. I'm sick and I want you to know, care, and feel bad for me.

Yours,
5 year old Daisy