She smashes things, my daughter. Her toy easel, recently. My electric mixer. The frame for our apartment’s only photo of her father.

She can’t help it.

However angry, I hug her each night, kiss her little forehead, and tell her to sleep. I pray that there, she might find peace.

Timbray loves birds and carousels. He is the author of Spare Mattress and The Rens series, and work found in ARCH and Every Day Fiction.