Sadly, not every day is a step forward. There are days that I’d rather forget about and pretend that never happened. Yesterday was one of those days. It seemed to be as typical day before school started. Get up late. Hang out. Make declarations of boredom. Go to the farmer’s market. Eat dinner. Something went very wrong at bedtime. It was one of those outer body experiences that children have at ages five or six and younger, not at 13. These are not that common, but a reminder that Isabella still has a journey ahead of her.