“What do you think, darling? Am I a good writer?”
My niece giggled as she finished reading my story and looked at me playfully.
I smiled watching her sifting through her sparse vocabulary.
My eyes twinkled as I guessed the word. My heart pumped butterflies throughout my body.
Words of contempt, even when uttered by a tittering child sting, but the innocent laughter is a balm that heals the wound almost instantly. 🙃