There was this little girl in my dance class - she was about 7. And we were all going around in a circle and introducing ourselves and saying one interesting thing about ourselves - and we get to her and she says, "My name's Leah and my mom just died." The other little girls had already heard this information and continued their chattering. But Leah just looked at me like she was waiting. She was sitting next to me, so I pulled her onto my lap and said, "I'm really really sorry."
And this little girl, that I have known for 5 minutes rests her head on my shoulder and says, "Her name was Kathy, and her favorite color was blue. I hope our costumes are blue."
They were.
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