My Mother

I cried silently in the dark.

Not the frantic tears of the ICU. Not the angry tears from watching the video. These were deeper. Older.

I cried for Lily.

I cried for the child I had been.

I cried because I finally understood that my mother had never been a safe place I failed to earn.

She had been unsafe all along.

The court hearing happened three weeks later.continue reading …