Lily sometimes joined the games in the casual, playful way a 20-year-old might, but eventually Daniel would call her back to sit with them again.
Whenever Lily babysat, Daniel often invited her into his office to talk for a while after we returned home.
At the time, I told myself it was nothing. She was simply part of the furniture in our noisy, chaotic household.
Maybe that was part of the problem.
With eight kids running around, there was always a new problem to deal with. Someone was constantly losing a favorite shirt, a toy, or a pair of shoes. Sibling arguments were the soundtrack of our everyday life.
Daniel used to stand in the kitchen shaking his head. “It’s like living in a circus.”
I’d laugh. I thought he was joking.
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