My heart is broken.
I hate to see her cry.
She shouldn't have to feel this way today... or ever. Seems like this happens every year. I don't blame it all on my dad. But I wonder when he'll learn to listen. And I wonder when I'll learn to care more. Why does it take us so long to realize these things? I thought we were done arguing with one another but I guess not. But of course, we won't be able to grow as a family if we don't keep going through things like this. Once we get comfortable, He comes swooping in dropping off another obstacle!