“I’m sorry, Mom,” she whispered into my chest. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just… I felt like you never listen, and I didn’t want to come home yet. Then I lost my purse, and I didn’t know what to do.” Tears stung my eyes. “Sweetheart, I do listen,” I said softly. “Maybe not in the way you need me to, but I’m trying. I just want you safe.”
