“I’m Scared,” she says. “You don’t think so, maybe, but I am. I’m scared a lot now, even when there’s no reason.”

I tell her she’ll get over it with time. I say, “It’s all right.”

Scared.

I do not tell her, I understand.

I do not say, I think maybe we all are.

All the time.

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