While My Child Was in the Hospital, My Parents Took Our Room and Sold Our Things. Three Months Later, They Went Pale When They Saw Us.
She sighed and leaned her head back against the seat, exhaustion evident in every line of her small body. “I want my blanket,” she said quietly. “The soft one.” “I know, baby,” I said, and I meant it. Not just the blanket—though that mattered too, the comfort object she’d slept with since she was three—but…