No punishment for being a child.
Just another day in a home where she was allowed to grow.
And for the first time in a very long time, I understood what family was supposed to mean.
It wasn’t the people who demanded your silence.
It wasn’t the people who used fear to control you.
It wasn’t even the people who shared your name.
Family was the person who heard you scream and came running.
My father had done that for my daughter.
Now it was my turn to make sure she never had to scream for help in her own home again.
And this time, I would never look away.