A Child’s Heart

I was making fun of my friend’s daughter today. She’s already eight years old and she’s now in grade 3. She’s a smart girl and could easily ride up to all the jokes I cracked. After all the funny talks we had, I asked her one serious question. I told her, your mom told me that you we’re crying the other day… why? She said it’s a secret and she will not tell it to me because her mom might scold her. I told her not to be afraid because her mom already told me what happened. She then quickly told the story. She said she was so sad the other day because when he went home from school his father wasn’t there already. She also noticed that their front door was shattered. Her mom explained it to her what happened and she understand that her mom and dad had a fight that day. I asked her, “what did you do when you find out that something happened in your house?” .. I went inside my room and cried secretly. I really cried that day. Every time I remember my dad, I couldn’t help it but cried…