My Husband Arrived at the Charity Gala With Another Woman. Then Our Nine-Year-Old Daughter Showed Me What She Had Saved.

She placed it beside her cardboard model and switched on the little lights.

“Dad said he remembers when we went to the museum,” she told me.

“That was a good day.”

“He said he’s sorry he forgot other things.”

I kept folding laundry.

“How did that feel to hear?”

“Good. And bad.”

“Both feelings can fit.”