2) SHE WAS TOO SICK TO SLEEP ALONE, SO I LAID ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR WITH HER
Now she’s twelve. Still a kid, but changing fast. One night, she fell sick—shivering on the bathroom floor with her worn blue pillow. I hesitated, then lay beside her, pulling the blanket over us. She whispered, “Thanks for staying.” I said, “Always.” At 3 a.m., she told me something I wasn’t ready for: “Mom called….
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