Today my little sister ran through the back door sobbing uncontrollably. I asked her what was wrong and she said, through her tears, that mum had stepped on a snail.
I thought it strange that most of the kids in her grade are the sort of people who run around and stomp on snails for the sheer pleasure of it, hearing the shell squish beneath their feet. But not her. The loss of one snail's measly little life sends her to absolute hysterics, and I love her for it. I think. There's no denying that it's sometimes incredibly frustrating, but any level of frustratingness is totally overwhelmed by just how reaussuring it is that someone - no matter how small, can care so much about the life of a snail.
Just a snail.
~Beth
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