On Christmas

refused to wear the pink coat again, so Daniel burned it in our backyard fire pit one cold November evening while she watched from my lap.

“Bad coat gone?” she asked.

“Bad coat gone,” Daniel said.

Lily worried every time I dropped her off anywhere.

School.

A birthday party.

Soccer practice.

“Who will be there?” she would ask.

“Will the door be open?”

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