Clara sensed we were frustrated about the day. I had been sick for the entire weekend and Andrea was worn out from caring for me and the kids. We were sacked out in a cluttered living room, simply trying to focus on breathing and waiting for the day to pass.

The little girl walked up and laid a comforting hand on my knee. “Do not worry,” she began and then straight her back and stared importantly towards the upper corner of the room. Then suddenly she said in her best impression of a founding father, “If at first you fail to fail, do not give up!” she pointed her finger in exclamation, “Just keep failing until you do!” She glanced back at us, looking like she half expected an applause, and then without even smirking she turned and slowly marched away.

I looked at her mother. She shrugged her shoulders. We both went back to looking up at the ceiling.