" It was easier then. Easier when she could release all of the worries in her heart to her father. She knew he would carry them. Every day, he had taught her to empty her “worry pocket.” As a little child each night before prayers and bed, she would take out her invisible worries from the tiny pocket of her shift, laying them one by one into her father’s large, calloused hand. He would gather them. Thank her for giving them to him, kiss her forehead with his whiskers tickling her soft skin, then pray with her. "

― Victoria Lynn , Once I Knew