Lydia was asleep when I quietly stepped into her doorway to check on her. When I left her room an hour or so earlier she had been packing up her pillow and favorite blanket and saying she was going to move to Clara’s bed. But here she was, still lying in the bottom bunk next to her little brother, face turned towards the door and softly glowing in the warm lamplight. But as I left and walked into my own room I heard her call after me. Quietly, she whispered, “Dad…” and I stepped back into the hallway and found her eyes open this time. She smiled at me and said nothing for a long time, as if this was all she had wanted.…