At the Witte yesterday, Elena pinched her finger a little bit on a door. She usually shrugs off little injuries: "I'm okay!" but yesterday, she cried for about a half minute.
Nathan, her big brother, reached toward her and patted her back, and she leaned against his little tiny chest as if it were huge and they stood there hugging for a minute.
"Just breathe," he said. He'd apparently heard someone telling someone that after an injury.
"Because," he added,"If you don't breathe, you will die."
Okay, then. Everybody please keep breathing!
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