Grandma Says She’s Here

Late last night I woke up to my daughter singing in her room. Sweet,

except she was staying at her grandmother's house. I crept to her door and the singing

stopped. The silence was worse. I pushed it open and there she was,

sitting in the dark, facing the wall. I whispered her name. She slowly turned

around, smiled, and said in a voice that wasn't hers, "Mommy,

Grandma says I can stay here instead." My phone buzzed. A text from my mother. "She's sleeping

soundly here."