I stare at Abby, waiting for her to start the conversation, but she doesn't.She sits straight with her legs crossed, as she fumbles with her fingers. Quietly staring down at her hands."So, Abby" I start, sensing she might be a little nervous "what can I do for you?"She clears her throat "So you see my daughter, Adria, will be attending camp this year" she says still looking down at her hands. "I guess I'm just a little nervous. She missed it almost every year, you guys don't do anything, extreme right?"She finally looked up at me, her eyes begging for me to say no.I smiled, because I know a lot of parents just like her, worry when we leave with their kids for our annual, "camp.""Rest assure, we only allow them to do what ever is in there limits" I lie. "If I see that Adria can't I will pull her out myself."She smiles back "thank you."I smile in return.It hurts me to lie to her, but if she knew what we did in those camp getaways, she would have a heart attack.Every year we lea
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