Chapter 7 - SOPHIE ASKED TO SEE GRANDMAAlmost a year passed.
Sophie’s hair grew.
Slowly.
First to her ears.
Then her chin.
She loved measuring it.
One morning, she asked:
“Do you think Grandma is sorry?”
I froze.
“What made you ask?”
“Dr. Green says people can change.”
“She’s right.”
“Did Grandma?”
“I don’t know.”
Diane had entered a plea arrangement.
Restitution.
Probation conditions on some offenses.
A suspended sentence combined with strict supervision and mandatory counseling, while other consequences remained.
She had written letters.
I never gave them to Sophie.
Not because I wanted to hide them.
Because the therapist and I agreed Sophie should decide when she was ready.
Now she was asking.
“Do you want to read one?”
Sophie thought.
“No.”
That surprised me.
“Then what do you want?”
“To see her.”
Every instinct in me said no.
Then I remembered something.
Protecting Sophie did not mean controlling all her feelings.
So we talked to Dr. Green.
Then attorneys.
Eventually, we arranged a supervised meeting.
Public family center.
Thirty minutes.
I stayed in the room.
Diane entered.
The moment she saw Sophie, she covered her mouth.
Sophie’s hair had grown enough for two tiny pigtails.
My mother cried.
“Sophie.”
My daughter stayed beside me.
Diane did not approach.
That was part of the rules.
“Hi, Grandma.”
“Hi, sweetheart.”
Silence.
Then Sophie asked:
“Why did you cut my hair?”
No greeting could survive that question.
Diane looked at me.
I said nothing.
She had to answer.
“I was angry.”
“At me?”
“No.”
“Mommy?”
Diane cried.
“Yes.”
Sophie frowned.
“But Mommy was dead.”
“I know.”
“Then why hurt me?”
My mother had no answer.
Not at first.
Finally:
“Because you reminded me of someone I was angry with, and I did something cruel.”
Sophie absorbed that.
“You lied about Madison.”
“Yes.”
“You said Mommy left me.”
Diane lowered her head.
“Yes.”
“That was mean.”
“Yes.”
Then Sophie said:
“You scared me.”
Diane started sobbing.
“I’m sorry.”
Sophie did not hug her.
She simply said:
“Okay.”
Then looked at me.
“I want to go.”
We left.
Outside, I asked:
“You okay?”
She nodded.
“Do you forgive Grandma?”
Sophie shrugged.
“I don’t know.”
Smart answer.
“Can I have ice cream?”
Even smarter.
We got ice cream.
That night, Sophie said something I would remember forever.
“Grandma looked smaller.”
“What do you mean?”
“She used to feel huge.”
Fear does that.
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It makes people enormous.
Healing returns them to human size.
