The Lie Is Heavier Than The Truth

The room is quiet now, but the lie you told an hour ago is still ringing in your ears. Your child asked a follow-up question, and you had to invent another detail just to keep the story standing.

You feel the architecture of your own deception trembling under the weight of one more small fabrication. The darkness gathers not just outside, but in the space between your honesty and your fear.

You are exhausted from holding up a world that isn't real. The light does not need your story to be perfect to love you.

It only needs you to be true. The truth is already there, waiting to be spoken, and it is lighter than the lie you are carrying.

You do not have to protect your child from your own humanity tonight.