Hold My Hand, Little One~Ethan Nestor

~Fall~

Sydney is very clumsy. No question about it. She trips over air. That means, lots of tears.

We were in the backyard. She loves the outdoors, so much. She loves chasing butterflies, picking flowers, rolling in the grass.

We have a gate that she likes to swing on. But, she fell off, and scraped her knee.

Mark and I were sitting on the deck, just talking, then we both heard Sydney start to wail.

We both jumped up, and pretty well ran to her. Sydney was holding her knee.

"What did you do?" I asked her as I knelt down to her.

"I just.. fell!" I scooped her up in my arms and brought her inside, so I could clean her up.

I sat her into the counter in the bathroom, and grabbed the first aid kit.

"You probably hate me.." She wispered. I put down what was in my hand in shock. It.. just came out of nowhere.

"Why would I hate you?" I looked at my beautiful daughter, who was now tearing up.

"Because I fall all the time.."

"Sweetie.. You mean everything to me! I could never hate you! Even if you killed someone, I'd never hate you!" I said as I wiped away the tear from her cheek. "Okay! Now let's get this knee cleaned up!"