I took these pictures on October 11, 2019:


This shows how much things have changed since then because I asked my Mom to cut my nails a couple days ago because they were getting too long. I Took these pictures today and yes, I still have the same sweatshirt!:


The first pictures showed up on my phone which made me think about having long nails. Adam used to call them, “Claw Nails” when I was at Barwis because they would get so long. When one of them would break, I would cut the all.
But, fast forward a year and a half and I no longer have enough control of my hands to make it work for me. My long nails used to pop my contacts out of my eyes quickly. But now, I ask my Mom to cut my nails every two or three weeks because they hurt my eyes as I tried to put my contacts in when there is the slightest bit of nail sticking out above my finger..
But I think is that, ”Claw Nails 2” is a bust because I no longer can keep my, “Claw Nails’ when they grow.