After One Night At Her Grandmother’s, My Daughter Whispered A Sentence That Made Me Call 911

responsible for the bad things adults do. She’s resilient. Kids are more resilient than we give them credit for. She still talks about Sofia sometimes, asking if she’s okay, if she’s happy.

“She’s getting better every day,” I tell her. “Just like you.”

And it’s true. We’re both healing. We’re both learning to trust again, to feel safe again.

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