It Matters. It Really Does.

The piece was either perfectly or unfortunately timed (depending on how you feel about things like this) and upsetting, to be sure. But my daughter has so many levels of fond memories of their time with this organization that it brought a bittersweet smile to her face, as well as the beginning puddles of tears around the rims of her eyes. I watched her quietly as she looked at it, held it in her hands and flicked the corner mindlessly. I watched her slip into some place of simultaneously great pain and great comfort. I watched her reach out to him in her heart and close her eyes when he reached back.