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We sat there, I was cold and scared, terrified I would say.  Her dad had no expression on his face.   I had her sitting on my lap, she was so little, only a few days and she would be turning 3 years old.  She was fidgeting, barely acknowledging the psychologist trying to engage her.  She couldn't answer his questions, she didn't play with the toys appropriately.  I nervously tried to excuse her lack of attention.   He just took notes, he smiled with kindness like trying to calm us down.  After an hour of evaluation, he said the words.  He explained...