I am okay, for I am with my dog and its limited language. I am okay, for my parents hear me mimicking their months-old godson's undeveloped urge to express hunger. " You are as good as anyone here! " My mother with her should-always-be-agreed-upon tone. I am okay, for my favorite shirt can still be worn despite unwashed. I am okay, because I could still say it: I am okay. I am okay. I am okay. I will say it with a wide smile that stretches from North to South. I am okay. I am okay. For the sixth time, the seventh time, and in a millionfold. Putting periods before each word. I am okay.
"Comfort mostly lies in the depth of the words written."