“My Mommy Has Been Sleeping for Three Days”—A Six-Year-Old Arrived at the Hospital With Newborn Twins in a Wheelbarrow
She made it something with a plan attached, rather than something her daughter must interpret alone.
The key went onto a low wooden peg just inside the front door, where Clara could reach it easily.
Chloe watched.
“Not on me?”
“Not on you.”
“What if it gets lost?”
“I’ll look after it.”
Clara placed her hand gently beside the peg before taking it away.