I was running that math when my daughter Sam burst through the back door with someone I had never seen before.
“She looks like she hasn’t slept.”
“I know. I’ll talk to her. Gently.”
Over the weekend I tried to find out more from Sam.
Sam shrugged. “She doesn’t say much about home. Just that her dad works a lot. The power gets shut off sometimes for a few days. She pretends it’s not a big deal, but she’s always tired, Mom. And always hungry.”
On Monday, Lizie arrived looking paler than usual. When she pulled out her homework at the kitchen counter, the backpack tipped off the chair and hit the floor.
The Backpack Burst Open and the Papers Scattered Across the Linoleum — and I Knelt Down to Help and Saw What She Had Been Carrying
Papers everywhere. I moved to gather them and that’s when I saw it.
