About three weeks ago I woke up and sat in my room for about 20 min with different things in each hand.
In my left hand I had a bottle of pills and a glass of water next to it.
In my right I had a small piece of glass.
I sat and contemplated which would hurt less.
At the 20 min mark I had almost made up my mind when I heard a light knock on my bedroom door.
I quickly hid the objects and opened the door.
Outside my door on the old sewing machine table, there was a stack of chocolate chip pancakes. Just then the young (10yo) neighbor girl poped up and hugged me.
She told me that she made me pancakes because I looked sad the day before and that pancakes always make her feel better when shes sad.
I don't think I've ever been so greatful for a younger child till that day.