When I was born, my mother’s office once again became a nursery, and this time her baby was full of life. But there was a new secret to bury in that room, and she hid it masterfully. She kept it from her mother, her sisters, her best friend, and even her husband. She allowed him to abjure reality in order to protect him from it, just like she tried to protect me.
Women can endure so much pain. 😢
