When I was younger, if I was hurting, my Mum or Dad would kiss it until it was better.
If I was scared, they would tell me why it wasn’t scary and leave a light on because it would stop things from feeling so terrifying. 553 more words
My daughter got cut from the varsity volleyball team this fall. Having poured herself into that sport for the last four years and with dreams to even play in college, it was a blow of colossal proportions. 1,016 more words