The bed still looks like a sentence missing half its meaning. The kids ask normal questions in voices that make my ribs hurt. The house sounds wrong without her footsteps finding me. I was not prepared to become the only adult who remembers how the whole family machine worked. I do not need perspective. I need reversal.
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