Of course, being who I am, I was crying when (and after) my mom and aunt left. Owen noticed the tears on my cheek, pointed to them, and asked What’s that? I said they were tears and I was crying because I missed grandma and grauntie. He comes over to me, pats me on the shoulder, and says “Don’t cry, mama.”
/bawl
That’s great!!! Not that you were crying, but that Owen came over to you and felt the sadness and tried to comfort you! That was one of the weak points; showing no emotion? Yea Owen. Boo mama! Sometimes it is good to cry!