The child's problem had reached an impasse.
The child's family gradually grew numb to the child's condition, even becoming somewhat impatient.
The child began coming to the hospital alone.
Just like the child before her.
Such a young child...
Coming alone to face her fantasies and her fears...
Her family couldn't truly empathize with her.
Later, some families were unwilling to keep paying this seemingly endless expense that showed no results, so they stopped the child's treatment.
We hadn't asked her about her nightmares again either.
We were somewhat angry.
She had no ability to come by herself at all.
That child actually knew your phone number?
"That child is about to start school. There'll be even more places to spend money later..."
Child's Dad spoke.
"Does she still need to keep coming to the hospital?"
"Doctor, sorry for the trouble."
She went with Child's Dad and Child's Mom to another room.
But the meaning behind her words was obvious.
The doctor looked at Child's Dad and Child's Mom.
The doctor frowned slightly.
This was our child.
"Besides, isn't treating her the doctor's responsibility?"
"Yes."
"Let me come in for treatment."
I also wanted to go out and play.
Although the doctor felt sorry for the child, there was nothing she could do.
Strictly speaking, that call should have been made by Child's Dad and Child's Mom.
Her communication had failed, but it had also succeeded.
She would just say that she had sought them out because she had something to tell them.
"...You were too busy..."
She directly asked Child's Dad and Child's Mom why they had stopped taking the child to and from school recently.
The child's parents came.
Because the child's grandpa had passed away...
"You aren't very