Sharing a story I've heard recently:
There was a small child that lived with in a house beside one owned by an elderly couple. Over the years, the families visited and got to know each other well. Then came that fateful day; the elderly woman died.
When the child heard this and saw the old man sitting on the porch, (s)he climbed up into his lap and just sat there silently - for hours.
When the little child returned home, mother asked, "What did you do over at the neighbors?" The child replied simply, "I knew he was missing her and was sad. So I went over there to help him cry."
In moments beyond word
Our heart is truly heard
In silence of a child
- ESA
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