But I’m not crying for ME! I pull my head out from under the sofa cushion and Look At The Person. I’m crying for Devon! I’m crying because I feel bad for HIM! Isn’t that empathy? I’m feeling for HIM instead of me! Dad smiles even though he has crying eyes. Yes, he says, yes. Now you know what it’s like to feel for other people.
I feel conflicted about this part.
