The kind babies make when they are dreaming something better than real life…..

And now, with my daughter sleeping ten feet behind me, I was being told not to come because they needed a break from my kid.

I should have cried right then.

I should have called and demanded an explanation.

I should have done what I had always done—stretch myself thinner, ask what I could do to make things easier, apologize for taking up space.

Instead, something inside me went terrifyingly still.