Someone had put that question into my child.

And I knew, kneeling there, exactly who.

I want to sit with that question for a moment, because it is the thing I think about more than any other part of that day.

Am I doing something bad by reminding you about Mom.

Consider what has to happen to a child, over how long, and how deliberately, for her to arrive at that question.

A nine-year-old does not naturally wonder whether loving her dead mother is a crime.