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“Ruby talks a lot about Molly. Your daughter mentioned it in stories, drawings, and even during singing time
I nodded.
That evening, after the dishes were done and Ruby in her pajamas, I lay down next to her in her bed and tucked her in. I straightened her hair and asked, “Honey, who is Molly? “
She beamed:
“Oh! Molly is Dad’s friend. “
“Daddy’s friend? “
“Yes. We see her on Saturday. “
“Daddy’s friend? “
I blinked. “Saturdays? What are you doing? “
“Fun stuff! For example, we go to the games room and buy cookies at the cafe. Sometimes we have hot chocolate even if Dad says it’s too sweet. “
She started counting on her fingers. Since you started your new job. So… for a very long time. “
She started counting on her fingers
Six months ago, I accepted a better paying position. It was better paid, but more stressful, and I made a huge compromise: I worked on Saturdays. I convinced myself it was worth it. I figured my husband, Dan, and Ruby would be fine.
For the past six months, I have worked weekends to keep our family afloat.