My Daughter Dropped a Glass—Then I Learned the “Second Bottle” Was Already on Its Way Before It Ever Broke
We laughed.
These moments would have seemed too small to mention before.
Now they felt enormous.
Lucy was beginning to understand that an ordinary mistake did not automatically become evidence about who she was.
A dropped pencil.
Crooked backpack hook.
Open cabinet.
Late zipper.
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