room at my daughter coloring a picture of a girl with very long hair.

‘Not today.’

He began crying then.

I had heard Daniel cry only twice before.

Once when his father p@ssed away.

Once when Lily was born and the nurse placed her in his arms.

This time, I did not comfort him.

His grief was genuine.

So was his failure.

Those two truths can exist in the same continue reading …

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