"Is something wrong?"
I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. She was scared to say what was on her mind. After a small sigh, she lifted her hands and moved her fingers swiftly like the faster she got it out the less it would hurt. "My uncle doesn't like me." It took a moment for me to internalized what she had said.
My fingers instantly began to move without thought. "What would make you say that?"
The little girl reached up, grasped my sleeved and pulled me closer. Unexpectedly she leaned in and put her lips next to my ear. "Sometimes after he tucks me in and thinks I'm asleep, he stands in the doorway and cries." The momentary excitement over the fact that she had finally spoken after over six months of self-imposed silence was dampened by her words.
My heart sank as she pulled away and I looked into her glassy blue eyes. I shook my head and signed, "Sweetie, your uncle loves you very much. He just misses your daddy and mommy a lot."