Little Girl: Whats on your arm?
Me: They're battle scars.
Little Girl: You fought in a war?
Me: Yeah. A long and hard one.
Little Girl: That's so cool! Can I get one?
Me: No. Please do not ever get any. But I'll tell you what. 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 we went to a short shopping spree. Suddenly the little girl let go of my hand and ran up to another random teenager.
Teen: Why are you hugging me?
Little girl: Because... *points* you have battle scars just 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 at the little girl*
Teen: Thanks for giving me the strength to keep fighting. You are forever my war hero.
