She remained silent for several seconds.
“Daddy said I’m not ready yet.”
“Not ready for what?”
But just then, Daniel returned from work. Lily jumped from the couch and ran to him.
Once again, he leaned down and whispered something into her ear.
This time, instead of smiling, my daughter looked at me nervously. My heart sank.
Two days later, something happened that made it impossible for me to continue telling myself that everything was fine.
I was gathering laundry in the bedroom when I heard Daniel say:
“Come on, Lily. We’ll try it now. But Mommy mustn’t hear us.”
They went into the bathroom. Then the door closed. A few seconds later, I heard the lock click. My blood ran cold. I hurried
down the hallway and grabbed the handle.
“Daniel, open the door.”
There was silence inside.
“Daniel, open this door right now!”
I heard whispering, followed by the sound of running water. I began pounding on the door.
“Mommy, wait!” Lily called from inside.
Hearing her tell me to wait only frightened me more.
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Finally, the lock turned. The door opened, and I rushed inside.
Daniel was standing beside the sink. Lily was next to him, fully dressed. There was no steam in the room, and no one had been bathing. But a small speaker was sitting on the floor, and colorful pieces of paper had been stuck to the mirror.
One of them read:
“You are stronger than your fear.”
Another said:
“Mommy will be proud of you.”
I couldn’t understand what I was seeing.
“What is all this?”
Daniel took a deep breath.
“We wanted to wait a few more days.”
“Wait for what? Why are you hiding everything from me?”
At that moment, Lily took my hand.
“Mommy, Daddy didn’t do anything bad.”
Then she looked at Daniel. He nodded encouragingly.
Lily stood in front of the mirror, picked up her stuffed rabbit from the floor, and began to sing.
I froze after the very first word.
Six months earlier, Lily had suffered a panic attack during a school performance. After that, she refused to sing or even recite a short poem in front of anyone. The mere thought of people watching her made her hands tremble.
But now my daughter was singing.
