I had hated it, for months, as the evidence of my cruelty.

But it had been her last gift to me.

It had forced my eyes open.

It had made me stop running long enough to see the human being who had been right in front of me the whole time, quietly dying, waiting with endless patience for someone to stop looking at everything else and look at her at last.

A family does not fall apart all at once.

First we stop asking how people are.