I Came Home Early and Found My Daughter Sleeping on the Laundry Room Floor—Her Bedroom Had Been Given Away

shoes by the door. Still looked nervous when adults raised their voices.

So I changed with her.

I came home earlier. I said no more often. I stopped treating exhaustion like proof of love.

One evening in September, Lily and I sat on her bed painting her walls a pale blue she had chosen herself.

She was quiet for a long time.

Then she said, “Mom?”

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