They climb in the car and slowly back out of their driveway. Brynn and I stand at the edge of ours, as she tightly clenches my hand and tears run down her face. We wave and cry as her very first friends drive away, never to come back. They are moving across the country. I grab Brynn and pick her up. She sobs. At just a few months passed four years old, she is experiencing her first heartbreak. “Why do... Read more