I sat on the bathroom floor, holding back tears. My husband kept guiding her away, but she kept returning—tiny hands, gentle knocks.
“Mommy, are you okay?”
I told her, “I’m right here, baby.”
But she already knew I wasn’t okay. She came in, sat beside me, and said nothing. Just stayed.
I thought I was holding it together for her. Turns out… she was holding me.
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