“Wait—she was that scared?”
“She was shaking,” I admitted. “I’ve never seen her like that before.”
I didn’t even think about how those masks might look to her. I should’ve stored them somewhere else.”
I nodded. “She’s still convinced they’re real.
I don’t know how to help her see otherwise.”
Lily’s eyes lit up. “I’ve got an idea. But I’ll need your help.”
The next day, Lily arrived at my mom’s house with a bag slung over her shoulder.
Chloe peeked out from behind the couch as Lily knelt to her level.
“Hey, Chloe,” Lily said softly. “Can I show you something?”
Chloe clung to me but nodded warily.
It’s not a head. It’s just for Halloween.”
Chloe’s eyes widened, her fear softening into curiosity. “It’s… not real?”
“Nope,” Lily said, pulling the mask off.
“Feel it. It’s just rubber.”
Tentatively, Chloe reached out, her small fingers brushing the mask. Her lips curved into a smile as she grabbed its nose.
“It’s squishy!”
“Exactly!” Lily grinned. “Want to try it on?”
“Oh no! Where did Chloe go?”
“I’m here!” Chloe squealed, pulling the mask off.
Her laughter filled the room, and I felt a knot in my chest unwind.
Months later, Chloe was tugging at Lily’s hand as we walked into the park. “Mommy Lily, can we go on the swings?”
Lily’s smile was as warm as ever.
“Of course we can, sweet girl.”
Watching them together, I realized how close we had all become. A moment that could have torn us apart had instead brought us together.
Honesty, trust, and a little creativity had bridged the gap. Sometimes, the scariest moments can lead to the strongest bonds.
