Rory held a perfect graham cracker. It snapped in half. crackers flew. A roar shook the table.
Rory sat under the coffee table. Knees up. The sunbeam was warm. Rory looked at a scuff mark and did not look up.
A warm hand rested on Rory's shoulder. "Big feelings are normal," the grown-up said. Rory drew a wiggly red line on a paper plate.
At the park, the swing would not move. Rory took a breath. Pushed with both hands.
The swing swung! Rory pushed again. And again.
Rory pumped the swing higher. Laughing out loud. Whoosh.
Higher. Higher still. Rory grabbed the chains and swung all the way to the top.
Rory swung back down. And up again. The red line on the paper plate had something to do with it.