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My watermelon heart broke. I ran and Iscreamed. My daughter was not going to livehere. I would wander the streets with her and behomeless before I would leave her at this place.They told me that I was making a big mistake.The waiting list was so long. They had given mespecial consideration for her to be accepted.I called Lyn. “I love you,” I said. “I loveMatthew. I love Shannon. But I can't do it. I can'tleave Michele here. Please let me come home withher. Please.”Over the years since then, Lyn and I havehad many arguments and many fights. I havebeen accused of every sin known to man, but Lynhas never found fault with me for bringingMichele back from Suffolk State. For that, I ameternally grateful.After the pain subsided, outrage tookcontrol. I called the Attorney General of NewYork State. The treatment at these "stateschools" was criminal, and no one but the richcould afford to send a retarded child to a privateschool. He said, "I should not be telling you this,but my advice is to sue New York State." I said,"If I could afford to sue New York State, Iwouldn't need to sue, because I could afford tosend my child to a private school." He told me to210