The kind babies make when they are dreaming something better than real life…..

I glanced in the mirror and saw her cheeks flushed with sleep, her lashes resting against skin so soft it almost hurt to look at. She had no idea that my mother had just referred to her like an inconvenience. She had no idea the people she should have been able to trust had already decided she was too much.

A sign for a rest stop appeared ahead. Without thinking, I signaled and took the exit.