Luba was grunting rather than talking. Her vocalizations were growing more and more anxious so I turned to see what was going on. She held her outstretched hand toward one of the toys, opening and closing it like a butterfly drying its wings. Amy was trying to get her to talk. “Teddy Bear? Can you say Teddy Bear?” Luba just grunted and continued her clutching motions.
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