"What do I do now?" she asked through the tearful eyes I never see.
"Let yourself be sad," I answered.
Not sure what is worse - having your own heart break or watching as it happens to your child.
(I guess I could have told her to drown her sorrow in a jar of peanut butter and a bag of milk chocolate chips.)
I like my first answer.
Let yourself be sad.
...eventually, as my grandma says, you have to pull up your socks and get out of the garden. I say that more for me than Chloe.