I still couldn't forget the day my mother came. Cressa's face paled at the sight of her, and I knew exactly what was going through that little girl's mind. She was scared. Afraid that her grandmother was coming to take us back to that house. The scare lasted into the night, my daughter couldn't sleep peacefully.
Cressa was delirious, repeatedly calling out to me in her sleep in a voice that sounded heartbreaking. I sat by her side, hugging her small body tightly, trying to coax her back to peace. But how could I make sure she really felt safe, if I wasn't sure of our future myself?
“Mom...” she called softly, her voice sounding low after I had finished reading her a bedtime story. Now, it had become my nightly routine.
I looked at her while stroking her soft hair. “What's wrong, sweethe
