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The storefront was smaller up close than it had seemed in the photo. The paint on the sign was flaking in concentric moons. Inside, the air smelled like old paper and lemon oil. A woman behind the counter looked up when Ophelia pushed the door, the bell making a direct, bright sound.

Build this up by making room for others. Build this up by fixing what can be fixed and forgiving what cannot. Build this up even if only one person joins. Build this up until the ladder is full and there’s no more room — then start another. missax 23 02 02 ophelia kaan building up mom xx top

The room did keep going. It held birthdays and breakups, new babies and funerals, lost keys and found libraries. Missax became a verb in the building: to missax something was to fix it with attention, to make it livable, to insist that people matter enough to spend time on them. Children grew used to the idea that a ladder could be part of a story, and when they were older they would paint ladders long after their parents had stopped needing scaffolds. The storefront was smaller up close than it