Sometimes at night, unwelcome thoughts flood my brain just as I lay my head on my pillow. Last night, Liev’s afternoon crying jag disturbed me greatly.
His fit was caused by a slow tempo Japanese alphabet song– no disturbing images or text.
Convinced that the video was the last video by his favorite singer, Liev asked me if she had died. His rambling puzzled me. I watched the video with him, then broke down in tears and cried inconsolably for almost thirty minutes.
As I write, I realize what upset him. The video was the last song on someone’s song playlist. Some combination of stress or overheard news broadcast caused his odd confabulation.