Whenever I hear anyone say the word "daughter," a knife stabs my heart.
It's like what just happened right outside my office. This is what I heard, "yada yada yada yada yada MY DAUGHTER yada yada yada."
Or when my dad said to my sister, "Laura! Your daughter needs you!"
The word alone hurts my heart.
I am well-aware that people are not throwing the word daughter casually around just to hurt me. I am well-aware this is just a common word used in our society.
Maybe it's those heightened senses, catching that word "daughter" even when I don't hear anything else.
I think it would have been different if Lydie was a boy; afterall, I have a living son. I can't imagine the word son ever being so painful.
Sometimes it's the little things that hurt my heart the most. Because I'm not always prepared for them. Because no one else even notices that word, so no one knows how painful that moment is for me.