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Chapter 10 - A DOOR IN MY MEMORYOnce one incident existed, memories reorganized themselves.

Three months before the birthday, Rosie had stayed with Mom while I worked late.

Bethany and Caleb were there.

When Rosie came home she said:

“Aunt Bethany squeezes Caleb when he’s bad.”

I remember exactly what I said.

“She probably held his arm because he wasn’t listening.”

Rosie frowned.

“No. Like this.”

She squeezed her own arm.

I told her not to worry.

Not your problem.

Adults handle adults.

I thought I was calming her.

What I actually did was teach her that a thing she found frightening could be translated away.

That memory became my second shame after the slap.

When Rosie told her therapist months later:

“Daddy listens better now,”

I nearly cried in the parking lot.

May you like

Better now.

Children can forgive while still documenting the difference.

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