I came home last night into the safety of my living room, the hug of my partner, and the warm, surprisingly comforting arms of my six year-old daughter. I took off my sunglasses. “Why are you crying mommy?”
“Because I just found out that my friend died today,” I said. “She had cancer.”
“Oh,” she said. “Was she nice?”
“She was very nice. So nice. You would have liked her so much.”
