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

you were here, the second the school called me, I came. I ran to you.”

She searched my face.

“You came to the school?”

“Yes.”

She nodded slowly.

And then she leaned forward and hugged me with the total trust children grant once they decide the answer matches what their body already hoped was true.

“I love you, Mommy.”

I held her so tightly I could feel her continue reading …