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

in different forms.

“Was I too loud?”

“Did Madison hate me?”

“Did Grandma think I was bad?”

“If I don’t sing, will people stay?”

Every answer I gave felt both necessary and insufficient.

“You are not too loud.”

“Madison was confused, not hateful.”

“Grandma was wrong.”

“You never have to become smaller to be loved.”

Some days she believed me.

Some days she didn’t.continue reading …