Right now, as I type this, I am listening to my little girl crying. I cannot comfort her, I have tried.
I cannot tell her everything will be alright, because she won’t hear me.
My little girl is sleeping.
Sometimes, and thankfully those times are fewer and farther between, but sometimes, little M has nights where she is sad. In her sleep.
And I wonder if she is remembering something or missing someone…
And I wish she could talk to me about it.