Lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t heard my husband coming upstairs. He stood in the doorway, looking worried. — “Where is our daughter?” he asked sharply.— “She’s still asleep,” I replied, my tone as curt as his. The atmosphere was heavy. Everything between us had …
I am sitting outside, across from my eldest who is struggling to write her name. I don’t say anything, though I’m very frustrated. We’ve been practicing the spelling of her name for days, but watching her struggle now, you’d think she was seeing those letters …
It’s Friday. For a reason I cannot explain, I woke up filled with hope, my heart light. I had forgotten this sensation of weightlessness, akin to the brightness of daily joys — the soul basking in life, momentarily free of its uncertainties. I hadn’t realized …
I was lying on the floor in front of the crib I had bought for my daughter, not yet knowing that it would rarely be used. In the months to come, my baby girl would sleep in my arms, on the cozy armchair I had …
