Sophie walks in and says: "Opi?" (It's what she called my dad). She feels lots of things but is too young to have the tools to express them.
I ask her if she's missing him. She says yes.
Then she asks me, with that look she has, whether I still cry about him. I just look at her, not knowing what to say. She says: "when I'm not there?"
Perceptive, this kid. Such empathy.