My Daughter Came Home In Tears After Visiting Grandma Until I Took A Stand

“I am,” I said. “Strong and squishy.”

“Me too,” she said, proud. “I am strong and squishy.”

My heart swelled so hard it almost hurt.

“Yes,” I said. “You are. And you are perfect.”

She closed her eyes and let the sun warm her face.

I thought about the trash bag she had carried home that December, about the fear in her eyes, about the woman I used to be who continue reading …