She Fell Asleep On My Shoulder—Right After Asking If Mommy Was Coming Back This Time
She held onto me tighter than usual. I had only stepped out to grab a delivery, but when I came back, she was already waiting at the door—eyes swollen, socks mismatched, her tiny voice trembling. “Where’d you go?” I told her the truth—just to the porch, for a few seconds. But it didn’t make a…