by SUSAN LINCOLN
“Iheard you in there laughing with your daughter,” said a 10-year-old voice on a bicycle. “Were you having a party?”
She scrunched her nose in confusion when I replied, chuckling, “No, we’re not having a party.”
Then she asked her question another way, “Why were you laughing then?”
“Well, I don’t remember… exactly,” I answered honestly. “We laugh a lot…I think we were trying to hang…
