CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

and children were measured like scores on a board.

I have Laya. I have peace. I have a chosen family that claps when my daughter sings and listens when she whispers. I have a home where thunder is a dog, not a warning.

And every time Laya laughs without checking who it bothers, I know justice did not end in a courtroom.

It is still happening.

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