Jasmine's Place Issue No. 9 - January/February 2014 - Page 36

By high school the question box was wilted and faded. Darci still had questions, but she saved most of them for her diary. We were blessed to get more chat from her than most parents with their kids, but I actually missed those pre school days. "Why are people so mean? I don't get it. I never would've said the mean things to Jen she said to me." One day the box was gone, moved to her closet. She proudly replaced the area with her prom picture. "Am I pretty? I don't think I am. " The night before graduation Darci was at the kitchen table with the question box. I could tell she'd been crying but I waited for her to share. She was opening up questions from years gone by. "You and dad always