“I’ll always protect you from the monsters,” I say.
“But what if you’re not there?”
“I will always be there. Always.”
She knows I’m not lying. But she knows that can’t be true.
I scramble. “I’ll show you how to protect yourself from the monsters, just until I get there.”
Is that right? That doesn’t sound right.
Her eyes are big and beautiful, even though they look like mine.
“Good night, daddy.”
“Don’t worry, bébita, I’ll be there. Papa t’aime.”
“I love you too, daddy.”
I will always protect her from the monsters.
But what if I’m not there?