A child, having recently skipped home from school is in the kitchen for a snack and passes on a bit of knowledge.

“After they get married, the boy bees die.”

“Bees don’t get married,” the mother comments.

The child looks at her, searching for the misunderstanding.

She repeats, “Bees don’t get married.”

“I mean, ‘mate.’” the child unassuredly replies.

“Ah, married and mate are two different things.”

“Nobody told me that before.”

“Well, they are.”

“But nobody told me that before.”

“I’m telling you now. You don’t have to be married to mate.”

And she thinks to herself, this is generational healing.

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