She Called Me Sterile at Dinner. Then My Daughter Rose Like a Verdict.

look like a queen,” she said, her small face solemn with admiration.

I smiled at her through the mirror. “Queens have crowns.”

She hopped off the bed and ran to my dresser. After some searching, she returned with a silver hair clip shaped like a star. She climbed onto the bench behind me and carefully pinned it above my ear.

“There,” she said. “Now you continue reading …