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Saturday, May 21, 2011
“My name is Mabel and my glasses catch my tears.”
Early one morning as I was waking up, I met her.
So small and sad- so afraid.
Mabel has all my sadness and she cries very quietly.
She told me that she wears those big glasses
to catch all the tears so they don’t leak out.
She is small and tender. I’m guessing she’s around eight and she is very sad.
Mabel knows it wasn’t safe to cry.
She knows what happened to me that made me sad
and she has done the crying for me.
She doesn't believe that it's OK to cry.
I wish she would let me have the pain so she could rest.