Did you cry?

Brooklyn was on her way to Art Camp for the last day this morning. She got her first burn on the glue gun. I asked her if she cried. She said no, but it hurt. I said, I know, I've burnt myself on one before. She said, did you cry? I said, no, but I've been burnt where I did cry before.

One day our talks won't be about a burn on the skin (iron, stove, etc.) but of the heart. She's still young and hasn't really experienced being burnt by a friend, boyfriend, boss, co-worker, etc. She's got some tears ahead to cry. I hope she will be strong, but sometimes I hope she will cry.