The journey all of us take at some point in our lives.
Note : this individual is not necessarily going through this point. She may, perhaps, simply be deep cleaning the bathroom as part of her daily chores. Perhaps.
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More posts below about 2009
Loud little voice calling for me. I scurry in through the thick dark, around LEGO pieces and bottle caps and scissors and tiny monsters and I pick her up, and she clutches me in the fierceness that comes only with relief from panic and whispers…
"Daddy, I am sorry for screaming.
I just got a little bit scared of the moon and the dark.
But now I will try and be brave with you."
“You are brave,”
I whispered, holding her just tight of crushing.
”I will try and be brave with you.”
