Poor Daisy. Today I saw first hand what Psycho Chick must have been like (pure speculation here...) those first few months that poor Daisy was living with her. When I tried to hand her over to Psycho Chick, Daisy held on to me for dear life. She screamed and put her little head into my shoulder as if to BEG me to not let her go. Psycho Chick made NO effort to console her daughter or try to ease her fear. Our caseworker is on a well deserved vacation so there was a 'fill in' today. When he finally came in to get Daisy and her 'mother' (I use the term loosely) I took off before Daisy started in again. When I went to pick her up (after the visit) the 'fill in' informed me that HE held Daisy most of the visit. If Daisy was in mom's arms...she was screaming. Mom was also trying to get Daisy to mimic her tapping on a table and was almost yelling at Daisy when she chose not to. 'Fill in' ALSO noticed that there is NO bond between Daisy and Psycho Chick. So sad. There was a look of relief on Daisy's face when she realized I was there to pick her up. On a P.S....Psycho Chick handed me 2 pictures before she left. One of Daisy's 'father' (with his shirt off...ewwww) and also a picture of some guy who is Daisy's 'friend'. The guy is like 30 something years old and looks like a (pardon my mouth...) DIRTBAG!!! What the heck is he doing being Daisy's 'friend'?!??!?! I also asked Psycho Chick if she had ANY pictures of Daisy the first 6 months of her life (for an album) and she said 'no'. Of course, what film she DID have left she took pictures of the @*^$@*! people she THOUGHT were Daisy's 'friends'. Anyway, she's home and CLEAN and safe. And once again, we're loving on our velcro baby until we have to visit 'hell' again...next week.