I Found My Daughter Hungry in the Kitchen While Everyone Else Ate—Two Weeks Later, I Ended It

tiny animals!”

“That’s wonderful, baby,” Miranda said, and she meant it.

Later, while Sophie played with her new toys, Miranda and I sat in the kitchen drinking coffee.

“I started therapy,” she said. “Real therapy, not the kind Mother used to send me to where they just validated all her opinions.”

“Good,” I said.

“My therapist says I spent my whole life continue reading …