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Softer. As if she was trying not to take up space in the world.

I told myself she was tired.

Every new mother was tired, wasn’t she?

When she smiled less, I blamed the sleepless nights. When she stopped eating dinner with me and said she had already eaten upstairs, I blamed the baby. When I came home late and found her staring out the nursery window continue reading …