innocent-looking fragments had transformed in my imagination into something sinister. My chest tightened. My thoughts spiraled. I was no longer cleaning a room—I was standing at the edge of a crisis I wasn’t prepared for.
This is the paradox of parental love: it makes us fiercely protective, but it can also make us fiercely afraid. When we love someone that much, uncertainty doesn’t feel neutral—it feels like danger.
The Spiral We All Know:The Spiral We All Know
Kneeling there on the carpet, I started mentally rehearsing conversations I hoped