Rosie was telling me about a boy who called her names on the bus. As she told the story it sounded like she was crying without tears, but I didn't say so. Rosie has either learned to read my mind or is very observant cause she said, "Sometimes I cry but I don't have tears because I've cried so much in my life that I'm out of tears."
I have no doubt that she's cried more than her fair share, and I don't mean to mock her sadness. Yet it was pretty hard not to laugh a little. I didn't. I just commiserated.
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