“You’re crying?” “I’m alright, darling. Just took a tumble. See?” she says, motioning toward the bottom of her dress. He nods and then slips his red sticky hand into her other hand. “That’s okay, I fell too,” he says, pointing to his soiled socks. “And know what?” he asks. “What?” “The grass stains match your eyes too.” I don’t think I ever saw a smile that looked so sad.
