I don't see what the question is.

In the midst of all that's happened, why am I expected to monologue about a 5-year-old?  I mean, my life isn't all that great for certain reasons.  It used to be better in some ways.  I feel better physically now, I mena.  I mean, before things were alright already.  I did what I was supposed to do and that was just it.  How could this have happened?  I thought I got in trouble for doing that.  There's nothing to talk about, for some reason.  I can try...