I didn't know grown-ups cry

Poor Abby, we had a bad night last night and after going around and around we finally just sent her to bed. I yelled a little too much and a little too loud and felt terrible for it. I was sitting at the top of the stairs crying from frustration at the situation and guilt. Abby came out of her room and saw me and Marty sitting there; she quietly closed her door and climbed back in bed. A few minutes later she called me in her room to tell me she was sorry and that she didn’t know grown ups cry. Yes honey grown ups cry, often. I had to once again tell her that I was also sorry, wow I feel like I have had to do that a lot lately. I’m glad today is a new day.