{"id":21875,"date":"2026-10-07T09:12:54","date_gmt":"2026-10-07T09:12:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/?p=21875"},"modified":"2026-10-07T09:12:54","modified_gmt":"2026-10-07T09:12:54","slug":"my-trusted-friend-took-my-10-year-old-daughter-to-summer-camp-hours-later-the-camp-director-called-and-said-you-need-to-come-here-its-about-the-man-who-brought-her","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/?p=21875","title":{"rendered":"My Trusted Friend Took My 10-Year-Old Daughter to Summer Camp \u2014 Hours Later, the Camp Director Called and Said, \u201cYou Need to Come Here. It\u2019s About the Man Who Brought Her\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve been raising my daughter, Elsie, on my own since she was a baby.<\/p>\n

Being a single mother while working as an emergency room nurse taught me how to manage chaos better than I probably should have known how to.<\/p>\n

I could pack a school lunch while answering a work call, remember a dentist appointment during a twelve-hour shift, and arrange a last-minute pickup before most people had finished complaining that their plans had changed.<\/p>\n

For years, I took a strange pride in that.<\/p>\n

Whatever happened, I handled it.<\/p>\n

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At least, that was what I believed.<\/p>\n

Elsie had been talking about summer camp since March.<\/p>\n

It would be her first time sleeping away from home for two full weeks, and she had spent months studying pictures on the camp website. There were canoes, archery, crafts, campfires, and a lake where she was determined to learn how to paddle without falling in.<\/p>\n

Three days before she was supposed to leave, she packed her duffel bag.<\/p>\n

Then she unpacked it.<\/p>\n

Then she packed it again.<\/p>\n

I thought she was excited.<\/p>\n

Looking back, I should have noticed there was something else underneath it.<\/p>\n

A few mornings before camp, she sat across from me at breakfast and pushed her cereal around with her spoon.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHmm?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf somebody goes to camp and then doesn\u2019t feel good, can their parent come get them?\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n

She shrugged.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo reason.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you worried about getting homesick?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

She said it too quickly, but I was already checking the time because I had to get her to school and myself to the hospital.<\/p>\n

I let it go.<\/p>\n

Saturday morning, the day camp started, the hospital called just as I was loading Elsie\u2019s bag into the car.<\/p>\n

Two nurses had called out sick. The emergency department was already overwhelmed, and they needed me as soon as possible.<\/p>\n

I stood in the kitchen with my phone in one hand and my car keys in the other, trying to calculate whether I could make the forty-minute drive to camp, sign Elsie in, then somehow get back across town without leaving the department short for another hour.<\/p>\n

Elsie appeared in the doorway.<\/p>\n

Her backpack was already on.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s okay, Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

My chest tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve been talking about this camp for months.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, but it\u2019s fine. I can stay home.\u201d<\/p>\n

I thought she was trying to make things easier for me.<\/p>\n

That was the part I would regret later.<\/p>\n

Before I could answer, there was a knock at the back door.<\/p>\n

Caleb let himself in after I called, \u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n

He had been my friend for almost eleven years.<\/p>\n

We met when Elsie was still a baby, and over time, he became one of those people who was simply woven into our lives.<\/p>\n

He knew which kitchen drawer always jammed.<\/p>\n

He had assembled Elsie\u2019s first bicycle, attended every birthday party, and once driven across town at midnight because our furnace stopped working during a snowstorm and I had no idea what to do.<\/p>\n

Elsie adored him.<\/p>\n

I trusted him almost as much as I trusted myself.<\/p>\n

He took one look at my uniform and the packed bag.<\/p>\n

\u201cWork called?\u201d<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCaleb, it\u2019s completely out of your way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s forty minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou go to the hospital. I\u2019ll take Elsie.\u201d<\/p>\n

I hesitated.<\/p>\n

He glanced at my daughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cUnless you suddenly decided you hate canoeing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something about her voice should have made me stop.<\/p>\n

Instead, I crouched and hugged her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHave fun, okay? Call me tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

She held onto me longer than usual.<\/p>\n

Then I rushed out the door.<\/p>\n

About an hour later, my phone buzzed while I was preparing medication for a patient.<\/p>\n

Caleb had texted me.<\/p>\n

Elsie\u2019s checked in. She\u2019s excited. Everything\u2019s good.<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

The tension I\u2019d been carrying all morning finally eased.<\/p>\n

Then I put my phone away and disappeared into work.<\/p>\n

A little after noon, my phone rang again.<\/p>\n

The number wasn\u2019t saved.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHi, is this Nadia Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is Evelyn Porter from Pine Lake Camp. Elsie is safe, but I need you to come here as soon as you can.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everything inside me tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a pause.<\/p>\n

I work in an ER.<\/p>\n

I know pauses.<\/p>\n

They are where people try to decide how much bad news to give you at once.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Porter?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s about the man who brought her.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cCaleb?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

I almost laughed because the idea was so impossible.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere has to be some mistake. Caleb is one of my closest friends.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand. But I think you need to come here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice had changed.<\/p>\n

It was quieter now.<\/p>\n

My hands went cold.<\/p>\n

For the entire drive to camp, I imagined things I hate admitting my mind was capable of imagining.<\/p>\n

Had Caleb yelled at someone?<\/p>\n

Had he lied on Elsie\u2019s paperwork?<\/p>\n

Had he behaved strangely with her?<\/p>\n

Every terrible possibility came faster than I could push it away.<\/p>\n

By the time I reached Pine Lake, my fingers hurt from gripping the steering wheel.<\/p>\n

Mrs. Porter was waiting outside the administrative building.<\/p>\n

She was a tall woman in her fifties with a camp lanyard around her neck and the calm expression of someone accustomed to dealing with worried parents.<\/p>\n

\u201cNadia?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Where\u2019s Elsie?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn my office.\u201d<\/p>\n

She led me down the hallway.<\/p>\n

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When she opened the door, my stomach dropped.<\/p>\n

Caleb sat in a plastic chair against the wall.<\/p>\n

Elsie was beside him.<\/p>\n

Her eyes were red, and her cheeks were blotchy from crying. Her glasses had been pushed onto the top of her head, and she was twisting the hem of her T-shirt between her fingers.<\/p>\n

Caleb looked terrible.<\/p>\n

He wouldn\u2019t meet my eyes.<\/p>\n

I rushed to Elsie and crouched in front of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cBaby, are you hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n

She shook her head.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid somebody touch you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stood and turned around.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen somebody needs to tell me what is going on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrs. Porter closed the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis morning, Caleb asked my staff to keep Elsie away from several girls who are also registered for this session.\u201d<\/p>\n

I frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe showed me screenshots of messages those girls sent her. Based on what I saw, Elsie has been bullied for several weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at my daughter.<\/p>\n

\u201cBullied?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at the carpet.<\/p>\n

\u201cSince when?\u201d<\/p>\n

Caleb rubbed a hand over his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter you left this morning, she told me she didn\u2019t want to come to camp.\u201d<\/p>\n

I turned toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe told you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI asked why. At first, she wouldn\u2019t say anything. Then she showed me the messages.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat messages?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGirls from school.\u201d<\/p>\n

His voice was tight.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019ve been making fun of her for weeks. Clothes, her glasses, the fact that she doesn\u2019t have a dad around. Stupid, cruel stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n

My chest felt hollow.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd they\u2019re here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFour of them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrs. Porter placed several printed screenshots on the desk.<\/p>\n

I read the first.<\/p>\n

Nobody wants you in our cabin.<\/p>\n

Then another.<\/p>\n

Can\u2019t run home to Mommy every day at camp.<\/p>\n

And another.<\/p>\n

Maybe everyone will finally see why nobody likes you.<\/p>\n

I felt sick.<\/p>\n

\u201cElsie\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

She started crying again.<\/p>\n

Caleb continued quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe begged me not to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou agreed?\u201d<\/p>\n

He hesitated.<\/p>\n

\u201cI told her I would give her a little time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCaleb.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t planning to ignore it. I came straight here, showed the staff, and asked them to move her to another cabin.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou made that decision without me?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was trying to keep her safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you told them not to call me?\u201d<\/p>\n

His silence answered me.<\/p>\n

Mrs. Porter stepped in.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was the part I couldn\u2019t agree to. This is a welfare concern involving a ten-year-old child. I wasn\u2019t comfortable making arrangements while her mother had no idea any of this was happening.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at Elsie again.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, something from that morning came back.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s okay, Mom. I don\u2019t have to go.<\/p>\n

She hadn\u2019t been trying to help me.<\/p>\n

She\u2019d been trying not to come.<\/p>\n

And I had hugged her, told her she\u2019d have fun, and sent her anyway.<\/p>\n

Guilt hit me so hard I had to grip the edge of the desk.<\/p>\n

I should have asked why.<\/p>\n

But Elsie needed me more than I needed to punish myself.<\/p>\n

I sat beside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Slowly, she did.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mouth trembled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay?\u201d<\/p>\n

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She nodded.<\/p>\n

Then I turned to Caleb.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m grateful she trusted you. I mean that. But promising a ten-year-old you\u2019ll keep something this serious from her mother isn\u2019t okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was scared.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo was I when the camp called and made it sound like you\u2019d done something to my daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

His face fell.<\/p>\n

Before he could respond, Mrs. Porter cleared her throat.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is another part of this conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI contacted the mother of one of the other girls. She\u2019s on her way.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t know why at the time, but the way she said it made me uneasy.<\/p>\n

Ten minutes later, a woman named Marla entered the office.<\/p>\n

She was already angry.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t sit down.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve seen the messages my daughter sent,\u201d she said immediately. \u201cThey were disgusting. I\u2019m not going to defend her.\u201d<\/p>\n

That caught me off guard.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe will absolutely face consequences.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut have you seen what your daughter sent?\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n

Marla looked at me, then at Caleb.<\/p>\n

\u201cNeither of you know?\u201d<\/p>\n

Caleb straightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cKnow what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Marla pulled out her phone.<\/p>\n

She opened a group chat.<\/p>\n

At the top was a photo of her daughter, Sienna.<\/p>\n

It had clearly been taken during an embarrassing private moment.<\/p>\n

I won\u2019t describe it, because I still believe a child deserves some dignity even after making mistakes.<\/p>\n

Under the photograph was a cruel caption.<\/p>\n

Then I saw the sender\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

Elsie.<\/p>\n

My daughter.<\/p>\n

There were six other children in the chat.<\/p>\n

I stopped breathing for a moment.<\/p>\n

Marla\u2019s voice shook.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter was awful to yours. I know that. But last week, Elsie got this picture and sent it to half their grade.\u201d<\/p>\n

Caleb turned slowly toward Elsie.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you send that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie\u2019s face collapsed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

The pain on Caleb\u2019s face was immediate.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t show me this this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie started sobbing.<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew you wouldn\u2019t help me if you saw it.\u201d<\/p>\n

For several seconds, Caleb said nothing.<\/p>\n

He had spent the morning believing he was protecting a child who had told him the truth.<\/p>\n

She had told him part of it.<\/p>\n

The bullying was real.<\/p>\n

So was what Elsie had done in return.<\/p>\n

Marla folded her arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour daughter isn\u2019t innocent.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Everyone looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took the phone from Marla and looked at the picture again.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat Elsie did was cruel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie covered her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut that doesn\u2019t erase the weeks of messages your daughter and those other girls sent her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marla\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t say it did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Because I won\u2019t use what happened to Elsie to excuse what she did to Sienna, and I won\u2019t use what Elsie did to pretend she wasn\u2019t being bullied either.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mrs. Porter nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat is exactly how we need to handle it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie suddenly stood.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care about camp anymore. Please, Mom. Take me home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Every part of me wanted to.<\/p>\n

I wanted to put her in the car, buy her favorite food, close the front door, and keep the rest of the world away.<\/p>\n

But then I realized what that would teach her.<\/p>\n

She would lose something she\u2019d dreamed about because those girls had frightened her.<\/p>\n

And she would escape the consequences of what she had done to Sienna.<\/p>\n

Neither felt right.<\/p>\n

I looked at Mrs. Porter.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf Elsie stays, can they be kept apart?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

She explained that the girls could be assigned to separate cabins and activity groups. Counselors would be informed. Any further harassment from either side would result in parents being called immediately.<\/p>\n

I took Elsie into the hallway.<\/p>\n

She looked exhausted.<\/p>\n

I crouched in front of her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to answer one question.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sniffed.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf Sienna and those girls weren\u2019t here, would you still want to stay at camp?\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie hesitated.<\/p>\n

Then she whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took her hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen don\u2019t give something up that you wanted because somebody made you afraid. But if you stay, you also have to own what you did.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t get to say, \u2018They started it,\u2019 and make the picture disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou hurt Sienna too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie\u2019s eyes filled again.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe kept making me feel stupid. I just wanted her to feel embarrassed once.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI understand that too.\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked surprised.<\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstanding why you did something doesn\u2019t mean I\u2019m saying it was right.\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie wiped her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI want to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you stay.\u201d<\/p>\n

When we returned to the office, Mrs. Porter finalized the cabin changes.<\/p>\n

Marla agreed.<\/p>\n

Neither of us pretended our daughters were suddenly going to become friends.<\/p>\n

Then I walked outside with Caleb.<\/p>\n

He sat on a bench near the parking lot and rubbed both hands over his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI screwed up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n

He glanced at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought I could fix it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was terrified, Nadia.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t want to betray her trust.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat beside him.<\/p>\n

\u201cCaleb, I am glad she trusts you. If she hadn\u2019t told you this morning, I might still have no idea what was happening.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stared at the gravel.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut once you realized she was frightened enough to try to avoid camp, I needed to know.\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t promise my child secrecy when she\u2019s in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you definitely can\u2019t start making parenting decisions based on half a story.\u201d<\/p>\n

That hurt him.<\/p>\n

I could see it.<\/p>\n

But he nodded again.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n

I bumped my shoulder lightly against his.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re still important to her.\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne bad decision doesn\u2019t erase ten years of you showing up.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes became wet.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut there has to be a line.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere is now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Two weeks later, I pulled into the camp parking lot.<\/p>\n

Elsie ran toward me carrying a crooked clay bowl and talking so quickly I could barely understand her.<\/p>\n

She had learned to canoe.<\/p>\n

She had fallen into the lake twice.<\/p>\n

She had made two new friends.<\/p>\n

She had burned a marshmallow so badly that one counselor called it \u201ca small piece of charcoal.\u201d<\/p>\n

She did not become friends with Sienna.<\/p>\n

I hadn\u2019t expected her to.<\/p>\n

But she stayed.<\/p>\n

She finished the two weeks she had almost been too frightened to begin.<\/p>\n

About twenty minutes into the drive home, she grew quiet.<\/p>\n

Her clay bowl rested in her lap.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew the picture was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

I kept my eyes on the road.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was just tired of being the one who went home crying.\u201d<\/p>\n

My chest tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cI wanted her to know what it felt like.\u201d<\/p>\n

I understood more than I wanted to admit.<\/p>\n

But I wasn\u2019t going to turn understanding into permission.<\/p>\n

\u201cHurting somebody back might make them understand your pain,\u201d I said, \u201cbut it also gives you a new thing to feel bad about.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elsie looked down.<\/p>\n

\u201cAm I a bully too?\u201d<\/p>\n

That question hurt.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

She glanced at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re a ten-year-old girl who was bullied and then made a cruel choice because you were angry. The choice matters. It doesn\u2019t become your whole identity.\u201d<\/p>\n

She leaned her head against the window.<\/p>\n

For another mile, neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n

Then she turned toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cNext time, I\u2019ll tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I reached across the console and squeezed her knee.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t give her a speech.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t tell her I could fix everything.<\/p>\n

That morning had taught me something I should have understood much earlier.<\/p>\n

Being the adult a child can depend on doesn\u2019t mean knowing everything before it goes wrong.<\/p>\n

Sometimes it means making sure that when something does go wrong \u2014 even when the truth is ugly, complicated, and not entirely in their favor \u2014 they still know they can tell you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve been raising my daughter, Elsie, on my own since she was a baby. Being a single mother while working as an emergency room nurse […]<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":21877,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21875","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21875","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=21875"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21875\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21878,"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21875\/revisions\/21878"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/21877"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21875"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21875"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepatswalk.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21875"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}