I went to pick up the kid from school, and one of his classmates was crying.
me: do you know why S is crying?
the kid: I don't know. but I think he misses his mommy.
me: poor guy.
the kid: yeah. I don't like it when he's sad 'cause it makes me sad. 'cause he's my friend and I want him to be happy.
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