" You scared?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered.
“I know,” she said. “What you’re going through is scary.”
A wave of comfort washed over me. My friend hadn’t urged me to be strong. She hadn’t told me to stand tall or soldier on. She hadn’t uttered the shallow reassurance that I’d get through this. Rather, she’d given me permission, right before sleep, to be the frightened little girl that I was. "

― Diane Guerrero , In the Country We Love: My Family Divided