roof over my head.
Yet there was a distance I could never explain.
A wall.
Invisible, but always there.
When I was seven years old, I would stand in the doorway of her bedroom at night.
“Mom?”
“Yes?”
“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”
Every time, her answer was the same.
“You’re a big girl, Claire. You’ll be fine in your own room.”
I would nod.
Then walk back continue reading …
