My Sister Asked Me To Watch Her Little Girl So She Could “run Errands.”

architect of the chaos, not the victim of it.

The next few weeks were a strange, suspended kind of time.

Sophie stayed with me. Life at my house was quiet and predictable. We made pancakes on Saturday mornings. We went to the park. We read books before bedtime, the same three over and over again.

She was a different child away from the constant uncertainty continue reading …