PART 10 – The Things I Once Dismissed as Childhood Phases Became Impossible for Me to Ignore

By late morning, I was beginning to understand how long the process might take.

The specialists needed time.

The hospital needed to document its concerns.

The appropriate professionals needed to decide what should happen next.

I wanted everything settled immediately.

But I knew that wasn't how careful work was done.

Lily was coloring on a piece of paper.

She had chosen a blue crayon.

Her rabbit sat beside her.

I watched her draw a house.

There was a small window.

A door.

And a crooked line that I assumed was the roof.

“Is that our house?” I asked.

She nodded.

I smiled.

“That's a nice picture.”

She continued coloring.

I didn't ask her to explain anything about it.

I didn't want an ordinary drawing to become another reason for questions.

I had begun to understand how easily adults could turn a child's smallest action into something meaningful simply because they were frightened.

I had to be careful.

I thought again about the bedroom door.

For weeks, Lily had wanted it left open.

I used to tell her that the hallway light would keep her company.

I had thought she was developing a fear of the dark.

Now I wondered whether there had been another reason.

I remembered the dinner table too.

Daniel would sit in his usual place.

Lily would sometimes move her chair closer to mine.

I had told her to sit properly.

I had even joked that her father would feel lonely if she kept abandoning him.

I wished I could take those words back.

Not because I knew exactly what she had experienced.

I didn't.

But because I had made her discomfort seem unimportant.

A nurse came in to check on her.

Lily put down the crayon.

The nurse explained what she needed to do.

Lily listened.

I stayed beside her.

Afterward, she returned to her drawing.

I looked at the paper.

The blue roof was uneven.

The little door was much larger than the windows.

I thought about taking it home someday.

Then I stopped myself.

There was no reason to think that far ahead.

We had to deal with what was happening now.

My phone vibrated again.

I looked at it.

Daniel.

I didn't answer.

I placed it beside the paperwork.

For the first time, I didn't feel obligated to respond just because he expected me to.

Lily looked up.

“Mommy, are you sad?”

I brushed her hair back.

“A little, sweetheart.”

She reached for my hand.

I held it.

That was all.

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