Willow Tree

Oh the Trials of a 7 Year old

The Monkey was at a friends house playing. The time for return home had come and gone and I was just about to send the Artist out to get her when in she bursts, tears running down her face, sobbing so loudly we could hear her before the door opened.

Of course I jumped up, my anger gone (lucky her) quite fearful that she had been injured in some way.

Nope; a fast glance showed no bleeding and she wasn't holding anything and complaining of pain.

What happend?

Apparently it was time for 20 questions as there was no response only more tears and sobs.

Did you fall?
She shook her head no.

Did you get in a fight with your friend?
Did the mother kick you out?
Were you afraid that I would be angry with you?
Are you afraid? Angry? Sad?
Finally a yes.
She was sad.

And, finally, she choked out her despair.

"Friend S said she was going to walk me home but then she didn't and she said she never said she would!"

I tried to be very sympathetic!

G-d willing this will be her greatest sorrow!

Posted by Rachel Ann at November 13, 2006 05:08 PM | TrackBack