Thea
I'm not really sure what to say, so I don't say anything at all. Instead, I turn the water on and begin to rinse the conditioner from her hair, continuing to run the comb through the long locks, checking for more tangles. “Does it hurt?” I asked, wanting to make sure that I'm not causing her any pain as I continue to comb through.
She shakes her head no.
“Do you want to talk about your dad some more? Sometimes when we talk about our feelings, it makes us feel less trapped by them and I don’t mind listening.” She seems to respond well to being spoken to like an adult, so I'm going to give her that courtesy where I can. She might only be eight, but she is absolutely mature for her age. Maybe trauma is to blame, or maybe she's just incredibly intelligent.
She doesn't say anything so
