three_wounds past he was sad, distraught even. the curls that framed his blue eyes bobbed as he tried to hold back stubborn tears. "i hurt for three reason," he said holding up three fingers. "one is because my brother kicked me. why does he do that? he was smiling when he did it." "oh, bud, he was kicking because he was happy. i'm sure he didn't mean to hit you, sometimes he just doesn't know where his body is. he's still little." "how can you not know where your body is? you're in it! all the time! i am still sad about that but it didn't hurt i just don't like being kicked." "that's a good thing not to like." he nodded slowly and lowered one finger. a deep breath and he continued: "i also hurt because my cousin's had to go. why can't they stay? why can't i go with them?" "sometimes even if leaving is sad that means it was a good visit. it means you had fun and want to see them again soon." "now is soon. it's already later. they can turn around and come back." he wasn't convinced but he lowered the second finger. "what's the third reason you hurt?" he stared at the still standing finger as if it had grown on its own. "i forget but it still hurts." 220515 what's it to you? who go blather from