Blessed is a word that should have to survive contact with a hospital entrance.

Dad fell asleep in the chair with his mouth slightly open.

I watched him and thought, this is what authority looks like when it is not performing.

Then Leo stirred, and the next hour began.

In the morning I asked for my laptop.

Dad looked at it, then at me, and understood without being told that work, for me, was not an escape from the baby.

It was how I made a broken thing visible.

“You do not have to do this today,” he said.

“If I wait until I feel ready, I will start making excuses for him again,” I said.

“I have done that for two years.”