As I heard my daughter's words, my nose stung, and tears fell."Mommy, why are you crying?"Nina scrambled to wipe them away with her small hands, her voice trembling. "Did I do something wrong?"Her hands were soft against my face, but her eyes were full of fear.Something tightened in my chest like a fist closing around cotton.My daughter hadn't always been like this. She used to be bold, confident, radiant. On her first day of preschool, every other kid had clung to their parents and cried. Nina was the only one who'd marched off, calling back over her shoulder, "Don't miss me too much, Mommy—I'm off to school!" She'd been the liveliest kid in her class, the ringleader, the one who loved to dance and sing and always ended up front and center at every little recital.So when had she become this quiet, this frightened?My throat closed up, and it took me a long moment to get the words out. "Nina, it's Mommy who did something wrong."It was my fault. I shouldn't have let her
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