Are you sure?"

I nodded my head. "I'm quite sure. But I'm not going to tell you the truth."

"Why?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"Because I'm only telling the truth about what I feel, not what I think. The truth I'm going to tell will make you feel bad."

"Can you change it?" he asked hopefully.

"No," I said. I sighed. "But now that I know how you feel, I think I might feel the same way."

"Really?" he asked excitedly.

"Yes. Maybe the truth might help. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yes!" he cried out.

"I feel scared because I don't want to feel bad either," I said.

That made him cry. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's okay. But maybe you can tell me the truth about your feelings. Will you do that for me?"

He sniffed, wiping his tears. "I'll tell you, but I want you to know the truth about your feelings, too. Okay?"

I smiled. "Yes, that will be good."

"Okay. When you were in your room and you were crying, I got to thinking. Do you know what I thought?"

"I don't