she apologized again for my coming home to a mess.
“I’m glad I came home early,” I said.
“I would have been fine.”
“I know you would have managed. That is not the point.”
She looked at me.
“You do not have to manage everything alone anymore. You are allowed to need people.”
“It feels like weakness.”
“It isn’t weakness.”
“What is it, then?”
“It’s letting someone love you.”
She was quiet for a while.
“Your father always said I was terrible at that.”
“He was right.”
She smiled faintly.
