At the hospital, Maya’s burns were treated.
Painful.
Serious enough to require follow-up.
Not expected to cause major permanent impairment.
Chloe’s hands showed:
Redness.
Minor superficial irritation.
No lasting burns.
The doctor asked Chloe:
“How did your hands get hot?”
She said:
“Grandma said dishes.”
Then:
“Mommy cried.”
I had to leave the room for a minute.
Not because I wanted revenge.
Because I did not trust myself to hear more calmly.
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