Originally written December 30, 2014, immediately following the event.
She huddled on the floor between the nightstand & the wall, bathed in the soft glow of the touch-lamp set low. I waited.
Not yet 3 yrs old, she has me trained well. Her emotions are too big for me to be anything but calm.
“I don’t want you!” she told me, most emphatically. “I want my daddy!”
“I know,” was all I offered. I waited.