I was in my bed this morning when I heard Holden crying down the hall. The crying got louder and louder as he made his way down the hall toward my room. He climbed into bed with me and tearfully told me that Jackson had hit him on the back.
As he curled up next to me, I could feel his heart beating very fast. I took his hand and held it over his heart and asked him if he could feel it. He got quiet for a moment and then declared, "That is a broken heart!"
"What?" I asked. "A broken heart? Why is that a broken heart?"
"Because when you cry, you have a broken heart."
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