It was the day they packed up the clothes and the books and emptied the room. She looked around the space. She supposed it would make a good sewing room or somewhere she could read or do crafts. Although she would never do any of that here. She couldn’t imagine ever spending any amount of time in this room.

It was a day long in coming. Whether it was a day, a month, a year…it was inevitable. It couldn’t stay like this forever. She looked at the puffy little clouds lining the the walls of the room. She remembered wallpapering each one of them by hand worrying about the placement. She had barely noticed when he slipped between the bars she had complained for weeks were too wide and fell on the soft spot of his head.She shouldn’t have waited. She should have changed the crib immediately. She should have had him with her. She should have been paying closer attention, but she worried about the clouds. She just couldn’t quite let them go and she turned to leave the room for another day.