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

baby?”

She kept her eyes on the paintbrush.

“I used to pretend the dryer was the ocean.”

My hand stopped moving.

“What?”

“When I slept in the laundry room,” she said softly. “At night, when it was running, I pretended it was waves. It made me feel like I wasn’t on the floor.”

I couldn’t breathe.

She looked at me then, tears gathering in her eyes.

“I wasn’t continue reading …