My Daughter Came Home Shaking With A Wrapped Box — And My Parents’ Sec…

notebook.

My mother had written five words across the front in her careful script.

Everything I do, I do for Lily.

The sentence sat there, calm, righteous, complete.

The kind of sentence a person writes when they believe they are the hero of someone else’s story.

I set the pages down.

My hands were steady.

I had stopped shaking sometime between the tracker continue reading …