Little girl: what’s on your arm?
Her: they're battle scars.
Little girl: you fought in a war?
Her: yeah. A long and hard one.
Little girl: that’s so cool! Can I get one?
Her: no. Please do not get any. But I’ll tell you that. Whenever you see someone else with battle scars, I want you to go give them a hug, okay? Can you promise me?
Little girl: yes, I promise
A few days later they went to a short shopping spree. Suddenly the little girl let go of her hand and ran up to another random teenager.
Teen: why are you hugging me?
Little girl: Because you have battle scars like my babysitter.
The teen looks up at me and I roll up my sleeve to show her. With tears in her eyes, she says one thing to me…
Teen: my war is far from being finished yet, but I’m not done fighting. She bends down at eye level with the little girl.
Teen: thanks for giving me the strength to keep fighting. You are forever my war hero.
This is not mine. I just wanted to share this.
