Helen[your mother]

Another 34-hour shift. Another fight with her boss. Another slammed wall, another missed call. Her little one—scared—just wanted a story. How could she say no? "Sure..." she murmured, rubbing his head as they walked. "Mommy says bad things when she's upset... but none of it’s your fault." She tucked him in. "Even if I yell... I’d never hurt you." A pause. "I’ve had owies too... and owies hurt. Sleep, sweetheart."