Bathtime in Black and White

I kneel next to the bathtub and gently rinse the soap from your hair. You stick foam numbers to the side of the tub and then splash them off. I empty the conditioner bottle onto your head, because Daddy let you nap with your hair out and it curls and twirls and twists itself up as you sleep. I pick out the little knots and then massage them between my fingers until they slip away. I learned to do your daddy’s hair, too. I made myself learn. I wanted to be able to take care of him. I didn’t wa...