As soon as she learned that today was her last day of her long holiday, the 4.11 year old girl started to sob. First quietly then loudly enough that I could hear it from my study. From the threshold I noticed her body shudder. She finally couldn't help herself from not throwing up. Learning what had happened, I asked if she could whimp without vomitting. She shook her head several times.
"Did you enjoy your holiday?" This time she gave definite nods, almost too quickly. Well ... cry on, if you need it." I offered her a big hug, and she didn't refuse.
At the time of sadness, be sad. Cry if you must, little darling. May the teardrops help cleanse your tiny soul. I wish I could join by shedding a tear.
