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"I think Anna is worried about me. She was overly-solicitous this last weekend, and even kicked her friends out yesterday just so we could spend the day together as a family. We had a wonderful day, but after David went to sleep and we settled into bed for our nightly chat, she turned solemn. &amp;quot;Mom, I&amp;#039;m depressed.&amp;quot; She said. I pulled her close and asked what was wrong and got a shoulder shrug and a general, vague description of how she&amp;#039;s been depressed lately. I admit, I was a bit confused. She&amp;#039;d had a great time on Saturday with her buddies and then with me and her brother on Sunday. The house rang with laughter all weekend long. I told her I was listening if she wanted to talk, but she said she didn&amp;#039;t. I laid there stroking her hair and telling her I was sorry she was sad. After a long pause, she finally said &amp;quot;Mom....are you OK?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m fine honey.&amp;quot; I said, a bit confused. &amp;quot;Why?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know. I just....I worry about you.&amp;quot; I leaned back to look at her and I smiled big. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t have to do that. It&amp;#039;s not your job to worry about me. And you worrying about me makes me worry about you worrying about me. So stop. I&amp;#039;m fine. Really.&amp;quot; She laughed a bit, and the talking got easier, but she got drowsy so I told her she could stay. We were just about to fall asleep when she asked again. &amp;quot;Mom, are you sure you&amp;#039;re OK?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Are you?&amp;quot; I turned my head but couldn&amp;#039;t see her in the dark. &amp;quot;I am if you are.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Same for me. So maybe we both decide we&amp;#039;re OK, and that&amp;#039;ll make us both stop worrying. Deal? &amp;quot;Deal. Love you, Mom.&amp;quot; She yawned big. &amp;quot;I love you, Boo.&amp;quot; I wrapped my arms around her tight, my darling girl with the kind heart who&amp;#039;s sad at the thought of her Mom being alone on Valentine&amp;#039;s Day. She&amp;#039;s beautiful, and I want to be just like her when I grow up. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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