5.3 The Past

“I want that one.”

“No, honey.”

“But Mommy, I like that one.”

“You can find another one you like.”

Her daughter’s lip poked out and her shoulders slummed, but she obeyed and began to look for something else.

She did not want her daughter to own anything like it. Was it because it stirred up bitter memories? Memories she reburied every year.  Or that the shape of it reminded her of the brokenness she endured? Or the pain that she had caused? Pain that had pierced long.

No. She did not want her daughter to be what she had been.