Liana has a more profound understanding of death that most people and definitely more than most her age.
Last week she told me. "I hope you live a long, long, long time until you are really old. And then I want to hold your hand when you die."
Sweetest thing ever said.
Then today she woke up with a bit of a cough as we said she seemed a little sick and should probably stay home from pre-school. When I said she was sick she said, "I'm not sick, and started to cry." She wouldn't explain herself. I told her that people get a little sick quite often and then they get better. That it's okay. But I don't think she believes me. I think she thinks if you get sick you die, or at least you might die, which I suppose is true.
She wasn't able to really explain herself but she did go to school and is doing fine.
Rebecca
