“Sarah says children shouldn’t have to make their beds every morning.”
Whenever I mentioned it to Darren, he dismissed my concerns.
“You’re thinking too much about it, Jen.”
For a while, I believed him.
Then Emma slowly stopped needing me.
When I offered to help with her homework, she would say, “Sarah already explained it.”
When I picked up a brush to fix her hair, she would pull away gently.
“Sarah does it better.”
One afternoon, Emma arrived wearing a friendship bracelet. Sarah had bought a matching one for herself.
I smiled and told Emma it was beautiful.
Inside, I felt as though I were slowly disappearing.
