My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…

smiled faintly.

“That sounds like therapy.”

“It was expensive. I use what I paid for.”

She laughed.

Then she said, “I don’t forgive her.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Maybe someday I won’t care enough to not forgive her.”

“That’s allowed too.”

She nodded.

A breeze moved through the yard. The same yard where she had once declared a squirrel a criminal genius. The same continue reading …