My words made my daughter feel better, but they also made me feel better too.

My words made my daughter feel better, but they also made me feel better too.
Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
This is not a metaphor. It really happened.
It can be anything that breaks our spirit, rocks our worlds, or rattles our foundations.
We never smelled the roses because we were thinking of all the seeds left to plant.
Whether songs, ideas, or love, those things we keep bottled up for fear of rejection are bottled up for a reason.
You found something special in your soul that they might still be searching for in themselves.
“I’m not sleeping. I saw everything. That guy did the thing before to the other guy.”
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
It was as if everything we have ever loved, hated, or known was taken away.
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