{"id":3702,"date":"2015-05-12T12:25:09","date_gmt":"2015-05-12T19:25:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/?p=3702"},"modified":"2015-05-14T12:39:00","modified_gmt":"2015-05-14T19:39:00","slug":"sadness-friday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2015\/05\/sadness-friday\/","title":{"rendered":"sadness friday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Her friend betrayed her on Friday.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mommy, Amelia wouldn&#8217;t play with me. She decided that should would play with Sophia. Max told me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>This is bad. Amelia had been her best for the last several weeks.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did she tell you why?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;She wouldn&#8217;t talk to me. Max told me. So I went over to her and sang her a song.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You sang to her?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It was a very long song, filled with all the sadness that was in my heart. She tipped my bucket.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Tipping her bucket means that her heart was broken.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Then I asked her if she heard my song. She said she didn&#8217;t, and that she was going to play with Sophia now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I suspect that Veronica sang an impromptu song with all her thoughts and feelings sung in it. I suspect she was near but not close to her former best friend, and that she was not singing very loudly.<\/p>\n<p>I love this girl, who chooses to sing her broken heart like a solo greek chorus on the playground.<\/p>\n<p>She did not cry, she did not hit or get angry.<\/p>\n<p>She sang her a song filled with all the sadness in her heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Her friend betrayed her on Friday. &#8220;Mommy, Amelia wouldn&#8217;t play with me. She decided that should would play with Sophia. Max told me.&#8221; This is bad. Amelia had been her best for the last several weeks. &#8220;Did she tell you &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/2015\/05\/sadness-friday\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3702","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random-thoughts"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3702","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3702"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3702\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3717,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3702\/revisions\/3717"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3702"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3702"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/writtenbymurphy.com\/wonderblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3702"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}