When Cate came home yesterday she told me she cried at a school.
My heart skipped a beat.
I asked her why she cried.
“The boys were roaring at me at recess.”
“Did you tell them you didn’t like it?”
“No. Deanna told them to stop. Then she gave me a big hug and told me she would take good care of me.”
My heart was buoyed. (Deanna is a classmate of hers I haven’t met, but I love her already.)
This morning we went upstairs to get dressed. Cate tells me, “I need to pick out some clothes that the boys won’t like.”
“The boys were roaring at me because they thought my clothes were cute”
Now I realize she’s the heartbreaker.