Margaret didn’t speak. She didn’t offer tea or a practiced smile. Instead, she stood up, her joints popping in the quiet room, and moved to the center of the rug. Then, she knelt.
"I cannot undo the height I stood at," Margaret whispered, her shoulders shaking. "So I am starting here. At the bottom. Where I should have been when you needed me to pick you up." The Day a Mother Made an Apology on All Fours [...
: The act of lowering oneself to bridge a power imbalance. Margaret didn’t speak