Helen stared at the whiskey bottle. “Breakfast, anyone?” Her eyes filled with tears, hands shaking as they reached for the cap. Outside, a crash; Lila French (all of 5) had fallen from her 2-wheel bike again. She stood it up, crying, and walked a little ways repeating “I’m brave. I’m smart. I can do it. I can DO IT.” She took a deep breath, climbed on, and wobbled off. Helen stood very, very still at the screen. “I’m brave. I’m smart …” she began, grabbing her coat – leaving the house and breakfast behind.