Oak Hill Drive: Silent Child, Loud Silence.
Tonight I brought my daughter to county hall and didn't say a word. Just held her hand, opened the iPad, let the pictures speak. Boulder crosswalks. Speed bumps. A blind hill where cars scream at forty-four. A green strip owned by a dead woman's trust. A disabled kid in a doctor's coat who wants milk at Ingles. The commissioners sat like stones. They knew better than to interrupt silence. When the last slide froze on Annaka's smile, I closed the screen. Said thanks. Walked out. They'll vote. I'll watch. If they pick traffic over a 23-year-old Little girl with Down Syndrome I'll build her a bridge. And I'll make them pay for it—one mile of steel stamped with her name. Watch this space.
subject: INFORMATION ON HOW TO RUN A MONEY SCAM FOR ANNAKA PAIGE (lolololol)
body: Some will find this so funny.
Some of you I pray for.
Some will continue to judge.
Some will continue to blame others
Some of you continue to love me no matter what
Some of you think I'm off my rocker
Some of you just disappeared without a trace and stole shit
Some used to be friend
Some of you think I need medication
Some of you think I'm a drug addict.....
The ones in the attachment are the ones important to Annaka. The rest............well...you know what you can do.
Love Todd
