I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

used to fill the whole apartment.

But ever since her grandmother had arrived, my little girl had started to change.

She slept too much.

She sat staring at nothing.

She left food on her plate.

She tripped over her own feet.

And whenever I asked what was wrong, Diane answered before she could.

“She’s growing.”

“She’s tired.”

“She’s finally learning to be calm.continue reading …