AFTER MONTHS OF MY DAUGHTER “HELPING” WITH MY BILLS, HIDING MY BANK STATEMENTS, TAKING MY DEBIT CARD

to an article about pruning roses as if we were women who still shared harmless information without a second meaning underneath it.

I did not know how to respond to those things right away. Sometimes I didn’t. Sometimes I sent a simple answer. We were not rebuilding. We were existing near the rubble.

I told myself that had to be enough for now.

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