“Love you, Mom,” she called.
I looked at the portrait she’d drawn of me, laughing with my mouth wide open.
For the first time in weeks, my daughter had left the house without trying to hide any part of herself.
“Love you, Mom,” she called.
I looked at the portrait she’d drawn of me, laughing with my mouth wide open.
For the first time in weeks, my daughter had left the house without trying to hide any part of herself.