The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

else in her was mine.

The way she focused when frustrated.

The way she watched before joining.

The way she built towers carefully, layer by layer, testing each piece before trusting it.

The way she did not run to noise but studied it.

She had nightmares for a while.

Those were the hardest.

She would wake up crying for Daddy, and I would sit on the bed in continue reading …