Later, a daughter will miss the sound of her mother calling her name. You can’t convince her of this when she is young. Not while that voice is so plentiful in the air. She hears her mother say her name over and over, whether as a command to pay attention or a plea to know her worth; a sigh of maternal love or a warning to be cautious. She cannot understand in those moments what she would someday trade to hear that voice again.
