My 5-Year-Old Niece Whispered, “The Chair Hurts Me”—Then She Showed Me What She Had Hidden Underneath
Gabriela cried.
“I should have done more.”
I stopped her.
“Maybe.”
She looked up.
I continued:
“But Chloe doesn’t need every adult who missed something to turn their guilt into another burden she has to comfort.”
That sentence would later apply to me too.