My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…

still wet.

I stood over her for a long time.

Her hat lay on the coffee table.

That stupid pink hat.

It had little embroidered daisies around the brim. Diane had bought it for her the summer before, during a family trip to Lake Erie. Lily had worn it for three days straight, even inside restaurants.

Now it looked like evidence.

I carried Lily upstairs. She continue reading …