My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

on. An imaginary friend. Of course. She was exactly the right age for one.

That was my first mistake. I let it go.

About a week later she stopped me cold.

I was brushing her hair before bed, both of us standing in the bathroom looking at our reflections in the wide mirror above the sink, her in her pajamas with the small yellow moons on them, me leaning continue reading …