“You’ve been crying,” her mother said.
More than a daughter. Not less. Never less. Just more. morethanadaughter
But now, sitting in the thin hospital light, Mira realized something that felt both liberating and terrifying: the role was ending. Not because she wanted it to, but because the person who made her a daughter was leaving. “You’ve been crying,” her mother said
The woman nodded and left. Mira washed the dishes, dried the pan, and set it on the shelf next to her mother’s notebook. “You’ve been crying