I was listening to Lovely, and this comment... my heart hurts.
Little Girl: What's on your arm? Me: They're battle scars. Little Girl: You fought in a war? Me: Yeah. A long and hard one. Little Girl: That's so cool! Can I get one? Me: No. Please do not ever get any. But I'll tell you what. Whenever you see someone else with battle scars, I want you to go give them a hug, okay? Can you promise me? Little Girl: Yes, I promise.
A few days later we went to a short shopping spree. Suddenly the little girl let go of my hand and ran up to another random teenager.
Teen: Why are you hugging me? Little girl: Because... points you have battle scars just like my babysitter.
The teen looks up at me, and I roll up my sleeve to show her. With tears in her eyes, she says one thing to me...
Teen: My war is far from being finished yet, but I'm not done with the fighting. She bends down at eye level at the little girl Teen: Thanks for giving me the strength to keep fighting. You are forever my war hero.