She calls me in the tiniest of voices. At work.
“Mom I have bad news..” and her voice breaks and I hear the tiniest of sobs.
A failed exam? Parents of her friend getting divorced? What harm could have come to my little daughter during the day that she would be sounding so broken about?
She says:
”Enzyme died”
The beloved dog she grew up with a good chunk of her life. Belonging to her Dad’s sister whom we shared a cottage with for years . What she considers her beloved dog.
But wait! How can this be that she knows? Her Dad and I only found out yesterday and carefully chose tonight to tell the kids since last night was too hectic and busy for such fragile news.
“How Beauty did you know that?”
“Chase told me. He found out on Facebook”
And that is why my friends I hate Facebook. And Twitter. Call me old-fashioned. Call me old.
Facebook sucks.
God I love my daughter though. Honestly sometimes I think I dreamed her to life. In her most vulnerable and sad moments……when she allows us in the way she did today……it touches me to no end.
