"Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"Why are you crying?"
"I am sad."
"Why are you sad?"
"My heart is hurting."
"Why does it hurt?"
"It is broken."
She scurries away.
I ask her what she is up to.
She returns, glue stick in hand.
"We'll fix this right up!"
She kisses my cheek.
No need for the glue stick.
I feel much better already.
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