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Nine year old Sadie decided to help her Mommy write a story about getting unsad. She drew a picture of herself following a bright yellow butterfly into a forest where she liked to play. She wanted to touch it, but it flitted to another flower each time she reached out. Then she fell into a sandy, soft, and warm big pit. In the mornings, her Mommy would stare into her coffee mug, and Sadie wondered if she might be staring into this pit, fearing it would swallow her up in sadness, not realizing it was an adventure.
Brushing dirt from a rocky wall, she took colored chalk from her pocket and drew butterflies to remind her Mommy she wasn’t alone. When she asked her Mommy why she was sad, she changed channels to a smiley face and mumbled something about being tired. When she asked Nana why her mother was sad, saying, “Is it because her mother died?” Nana shook her head and replied that life is sad sometimes.
Sadie drew a picture of Bluey crying when she learned her family was moving to a new home. Mommy loved Bluey as much as she did, and she thought having someone to cry with might be comforting. Besides, Bluey never stayed sad for long, and Sadie wanted her Mommy to know that the pit wasn’t a bad place. She drew a ladder so her Mommy would have a way out, and then she drew herself with a butterfly on her shoulder to end the story on a happy note.
