Other nights she wanted the hallway light left on.

She still disliked the sound of a hose nozzle clicking.

We didn’t force her to stand near one.

We let time and carefully supported experiences do their work.

I learned to say, “That sound scared you,” instead of, “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

One Saturday she asked if we could wash my truck.

The question surprised me because we’d been avoiding outdoor hoses.

I asked what she wanted to do.