We were on the way to urgent care.
Nothing major—just a rash that wouldn’t go away.
I told Isabelle that after we were done, I’d have to drop her off and head to my therapy appointment.
She asked, “What do you talk about in therapy?”
I told her a little.
Then I asked, “What do you talk about with your therapist?”
She said, “Books.”
That was it.
She meant it.
And what she doesn’t realize is—that’s enough.
Even talking about books helps.
I know her therapist weaves things into those sessions. Little openings. Small reflections.
And even if Isabelle doesn’t see it yet, it’s working.
Books are how she speaks.
And someone’s listening.
