Isaac came into the kitchen. I am sitting at the table working here. He noticed I was sad. He came over and hugged me, towering over me. He’s probably six feet tall now.
Isaac: are you okay?
Me: *shaking head no against his stomach.*
Isaac: *gently* do you want to talk about why?
Me: no not yet
Isaac: *petting my head* that’s okay. You will feel better
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