ounts to balance, lines to meet, appearances to keep. He learned to wear a crisp shirt and a negotiator's patience. He learned to reply to neighbors with laughter tha

call her daydreaming "forgetfulness" and give her chores in a tone that folded disappointment into the air l

wrote with tidy hands-on reports. There was pride in the smallness of her achievements; yet, when she explained them at home, her father barely looked up from his newspaper. The silence that followed her announcements felt hea

hat keep you steady. Her father called her "sensitive," like it was a disease. He compared her to other girls' teachers' children, neighbors who smiled in be

ss would be folded back into practicality. Ariel began to catalog the unpredictable moments. She would note the days his jaw tightened, those were rain days;

y had passed, and then told her the event was a "mismatch" for their finances. When Ariel's math teacher offered private tutoring to promising students, her father said that charity was

mall statue of possibility. But at home, the statue would be put in a cupboard. She learned to smile with one arm while the other steadied a breaking thing. At nine, when

its. Her father wanted company that smelled like social proof. They would leave late, leaving Ariel awake and listening to the dull sounds of a radio dial turning, the lock clicking, the man's

hat never cleared. Over the years, the sentence "You should be" became a chorus in his mouth: "You should be tougher," "you should be less dramatic," "

inhaling other people's stories until her mind became crowded with characters who could do things she had not yet dared to dream. She remembered how her mother used

r of compliance, but a slow, small resolve: to survive without becoming the shape of his disapproval. She began to wonder about leaving-not in the abstract, but as a plan with a sequenc

d herself counting the ways he had said "not enough" and stitching them into a small tally in the inside of her mind.