The Bread I Made for My Daughter

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Updated: Monday, November 23, 2007 10:41 AM


Shari L. Davis

AUSTIN, Texas: In late 1997 and early 1998, I was living at my family’s summer house in South Texas while my husband was on a road trip, and my daughter Elizabeth was working at her second high school.

The family had been visiting the annual San Marcos High School soccer tournament near Austin for several years, and the next morning I was cooking breakfast for Elizabeth. While I was washing the dishes, my husband walked into the kitchen.

“Where is the bread, Elizabeth?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, “but I’m sure one of the other volunteers was baking it.”

We had a little talk about how the school’s bake sale that morning took up the majority of the boys’ soccer game, and I was surprised to learn they were planning to hold the bake sale the next day.

“We’ll have to have a bake sale,” my husband said. “We’ll have to get the bake sale supplies and the bake sale food out of the trunk.”

“I’ll take care of the bake sale,” I said. “You take care of the bread.”

That’s when my husband turned to me, leaned in close, and said, “I’ll get Elizabeth the bread.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know he had a family. We didn’t usually talk about family. We certainly weren’t supposed to talk about my daughter with a man who was going to get Elizabeth the bread.

But he said it, and before I could even get the words out, my husband had been gone only fifteen minutes, and my daughter was already eating the bread I was preparing.

And that was the last time I ever heard my husband say anything about family.

After about three months of trying to get a babysitter to watch Elizabeth, I called my brother-in-law to come stay with us for a few

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