It was early morning and you were crying.

We were all in a mad rash heading out the door for school.

‘What’s the matter?’ I asked.

‘I’m not telling you,’ you said.

And I thought that was fine, either way, telling me or not. Some things aren’t always meant to be shared at moment’s notice.

But my dear Liz, just don’t ever be afraid to tell Almighty Dad.

He’ll collect all your tears in his bottle. This is what he promises.

And maybe one day, he’ll even show you.