I just wanted her to be happy. I want her to know what it was like to be happy last week, but also not have to know the pain of past years. How do I explain this to her? "Trust me, it's a long story," I looked into her pleading eyes, craving to know more about her life. Our life. "But I promise, overtime, I'll show you who we are." Concussion •Miniminter• ~Natalie 🤘🏼