children are a joy

I don't know where to post this, so I'll write it here. I'll start at the beginning in case you didn't see the news coverage. I'm a mother of one beautiful little girl, don't be fooled, I don't live in a rural town or the middle of nowhere. I actually live in an apartment block in midtown Manhattan, so it's very busy, very packed, always around people. I'm not a busy person by any means. I actually like a quieter life. I work, I go home, I look after my girl, and I sleep. But lately, everything has been harsher. Tighter. What do I mean by that? Well, my landlord started to lock my door earlier and with an extra lock. Regardless of how hard I knock and ask to be let out, I don't even get a response. I was fine with having a clear glass door, but this seems to be excessive. Anyway, back to my story. My daughter hasn't been speaking lately. She also has not left the room in a long time; not even when I go to work. 

My boss has me playing board games all day with my co workers to "keep my brain occupied," but it leaves me feeling drained. So much so that when I get home, all I want to do is lie down and stare at my little girl; I just wish she'd stop sitting on the ceiling and turn around; the last time she did, my vision went black, but I'm confident it won't this time. I went on a walk around the fountain and gardens earlier and saw my boss. He kept calling me and my coworkers patients. I think it's his idea of a joke, but I saw my little girl hanging in the window and now I'm worried she may have been playing and got hurt, but she won't tell me. Even now, she's sat facing the corner of the room. Well, I should wrap this up. It's almost time for bed. The pyjamas I need to wear for bed won't let me type. Apparently I need to wear it, though I'm not sure why the walls feel like a mattress. Oh well, at least it's warm. I tried saying goodnight to my little girl, but she just made a little moan back and my landlord rolled his eyes. I don't think he can hear her. Oh well, at least my little girl is with me after the car crash, even if it's just me that knows she's there.