A little girl tugged on my shirt today, stood on her tiptoes, and whispered in my ear:
Jack always backtalks me, all day long, but he's not today cause he's scared of you.
Her eyes were wide. Her smile was huge.
I patted her on the back and told her I was glad to be of help.
She hugged me tight before she skipped back to her coloring sheet and crayons.
A bright spot in an otherwise depressing day.
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