At the table one afternoon, a little girl softly said, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Her grandfather smiled and replied, “It happens to me too.”
Such a simple exchange — yet it holds so much.
A child’s honesty, a grandfather’s empathy, and a quiet truth about being human: we all “drop spoons” sometimes. What matters is having someone beside us who understands. ❤️
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