One night when Mallorie was 3 years old, I was chopping a very ripe onion for dinner. Tears were streaming down my face and I could feel my mascara dripping off my lashes. Mallorie heard me sniffling and tenderly asked, "Mommy, are you okay? Are you crying?"
"Yes, Mallorie. I'm crying, but I'm okay. Don't worry."
"Oh, Mommy." Mallorie said and walked out of the kitchen.
A moment later she came back in with a kleenex for me and said, "Here you go Mommy. You can cry, but you can't scream."
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