Enthroned within her realm she asks me "Why?" Why what? Can I recall? (She wants to know) I answer logically. "But why?" I lie this time. (a phase? a game?) I let it go. "But whyyyyyyy?” She asks again. I feel attacked. My face turns red. I glare. I clench my jaws. (If I were you I would have gotten smacked.) I use the default setting, "Just because." Well, "Why?" indeed. Don't we all fret and strive to know? But get the answer--nothing's solved. I've seen injustice and addictions thrive. Small comfort, waste of time, and what's resolved? But asking, (Joy!) her learning has begun. "Not all 'Why questions' have an answer, Hon'."

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