Each time my husband pulled her away, she returned. “Just a minute, baby. Mommy’s right here,” I reassured her.
Inside, I longed for someone to meet my eyes and acknowledge, “I know you’re not okay.”
She did—simply by being there. I mask my pain for her, but she always knows.
We sat in that quiet closeness for an hour, and it remains one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever been given.
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