Counting to Ten
Ennis peeked in the girls' bedroom and was surprised to hear Francie's trembly voice call out. "Daddy, will you sit with me?"
He sat down gently on the side of the bed. "What's wrong, darlin'?"
"I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I get scared, like I'm not gonna be able to breathe again and everyone will look at me funny, and sometimes I just get scared for no reason at all and I feel like runnin' home. Did you ever get scared when you were little?"
Ennis was still for a long moment. "I sure did, got scared lotsa times."
"What'd you do?"
"Well, it was something my mama taught me. I counted to ten real slow, and when I found out nothing bad happened, I kept going, and counted to ten again, and pretty soon I stopped counting and just kept going."
"Did that really help, Daddy?"
He brushed her hair back and kissed her forehead. "Yep."
Francie smiled. "I can count to ten."
"That's my girl." He held her hand, sitting beside her long after she'd fallen fast asleep.
What he hadn't told her was that he still began each and every day counting to ten.
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