Sunday nicht as we were off to bed Alan said (as yesterday was SinjaŽs 15th birthday) "Ann, where did the years go?" We had so much hope at the beginning that we could "Cure" Sinja. Off course weŽd heard of FAS but in those days even most doctors believed that the children would grow out of it which explains our Social workers remark that if we imagined Sinja at 24 when she would act like a 20 year old then it wasnŽt too bad, she would catch up. Sinja, this tiny red haired baby with a cleft palate, and heart disorder, who only just made it due to being born with an infection throughout her whole body. 4 months old and only 7lbs, who screamed the whole time and who took 8 hours of our time a day just to feed even with a nasel-gastric tube. Sinja, who screamed with rage every day as I placed a new tube into her nose after sheŽd pulled yesterdays out again. Sinja, who soon had beautiful blond hair tied on the top of her head so that it looked like a palm tree and every thought was soooo sweet. Sinja, who had 3 operations to close her palate after the second one burst open 2 weeks after surgery. Sinja, who according to her kindergarten teachers was the most confident child they had ever seen. Sinja, who had 4 lots of grommets put into her ears due to permanent ear infections. Sinja, who was known as "The Boss" in kindergarten, as even though she was the smallest she was always the one to give orders. Sinja, who had to have a new Eardrum as her hearing was down to 20%. Sinja, who reacts badly to anaesthesia so that she has problems coming round and then is sick every minute for at least 24 hours which means being put back on a drip. Sinja, who at 4 learnt to love horses. Sinja, who lost her bio-mum at 9 and with it the chance to meet this nice and loving lady who gave birth to her. Sinja, who with growth hormones has now reached almost normal height. Sinja, who at 13 lost her bio-father too and still asks "Why did they drink themselves to death?" Sinja, who as often been teased because of her size, speech and looks. Sinja, who "inherited" a wonderful english humour from us. Sinja, who loves her Pony above anything and yet doesnŽt shed one tear as the old one goes and the new one comes. Sinja, who often asks "What will happen to me when youŽre both dead?" Sinja, who has decided sheŽs having the house when weŽre gone as then " I can stay here and wont be so alone" Sinja, who with a smile can erase the memory of the rage that just happened. Sinja, who changed our lives completely. Sinja, who would undress without shame in front of anyone. Sinja, who cuddles me and tells me she loves me. Sinja, the most untidy person on the planet. Sinja, whoŽs brought us so much happiness and so many tears. Where die the years go???? HERE! deep in our hearts!