“Nope!

Because I have the best mommy in the whole world, and you can do everything!”

Something in my chest went warm and full and still.

I stood, and took her small hand in mine.

People sometimes ask me, when they learn a version of this story, how a woman comes back from a betrayal like that one — how you keep from turning to stone.

And I tell them the truth, which is that the man in the delivery room believed a name was a thing he had the power to grant or withhold, a gift he could bestow on a son and deny to a daughter.