mother who speaks.
A mother who takes up space.
And I can already see some of that in Sophie.
When another child takes something from her at the playground, she speaks up.
When she doesn’t want something, she says so clearly.
She doesn’t apologize for existing loudly.
That matters to me more than anything.
Sometimes I still think about that phone call.
Ninety seconds.
That was all it took.
Ninety seconds of hearing the truth from a man who believed I couldn’t hear him.
For a long time, I thought
