This morning, I was woken by the sound of Corrina giggling. It was such a nice sound to hear, though kind of foreign these days. It was a happy laugh, sincere. It was 6:30. I wanted to go see what was so funny so early in the morning, to join in the giggling, but I didn't. I knew that the laughter would stop when I walked in the room. I knew that when I left her room, she would probably be mad or crying or both and I would feel lost, confused and guilty. It almost always ends that way these days.
Georgia wrapped her arms around my neck and Stella grabbed my hand. I remembered that it wasn't that long ago when Corrina knew that she needed me and wanted me. It wasn't that long ago when I was sure what was best for her and knew that I would be able to give it to her. It wasn't that long ago when this chasm between us was nonexistent.