Her cry woke me up a little later. When I realized what I was hearing, I began to eavesdrop like a voyeur, imagining the reasons why she was tormented by a terrible sadness. A painful exclamation, so intense that it hurt me to just hear it, carved a path straight to my heart. There were softer sounds of crying, creeping under my skin until I couldn't take it any longer. I jumped out of bed and pulled on the tracksuit I had worn before. Then I went to her room and lifted her into my arms. She didn’t rebel even when I took her across the hall and down to her bed. Not when I crawled next to her and pulled her close to me. She was just crying. And she let me hug her and run my fingers through her hair. It was the most natural thing in the world, so I just accepted it, believing she would start
