I remember many years ago when a neighbor girl (who has since moved away) was sitting on the curb in front of her house, crying loudly. I watched for a couple minutes, waiting for her parents to handle it, but when they didn't appear, I went out to check on her. She told me her tale of five-year-old girl woe, and I thought it was sad that nobody seemed to care.
Today, my own little girl sat on our front porch crying hysterically while I was inside ignoring her. I get it now. It's all about the attention and the drama. When the neighbor across the street came over looking concerned, I explained that she was fine and just having a fit.
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