Nightwatching

by Tracy Sierra

You think you hide your fears from your children, but they absorb them like they absorbed your blood.

Is there anyone who thinks they’re evil? Or does evil always see itself as superior?

Maybe bravery is just enduring. Maybe bravery doesn’t exist. All there is is getting through it.

“That’s all being an adult is,” said her grandmother’s southern drawl. “Doing one thing you don’t want to do. Then doing another thing you can’t the best you can.”