The world had morphed into a series of threats – walkers, cyclists, where the adults are literally encouraging the children to safely play with.
I chuckled as she morphed into my little girl. “Nothing,” I managed to say. My adult daughter was now a 20-year-old college student. She drove.
It's counterintuitive, but true: A daughter may not connect her adult longings to her childhood treatment for many years. This is why.