It was post November 13th, the day that 130 people died in a Paris mass shooting.
Driving home I hear quietly from the back, “Something sad happened”. I turn off the radio to inquire further.
“What happened sweetie?…something sad?”
“The flag was down…did you see the flag, mommy? Something sad happened.”
Yes, the flag was flying at half-staff. A somber symbol.
A heartfelt, genuine concern from the voice of a child.
I smiled silently in the rear view mirror. So proud.