I told her everything was going to be okay when I knew it wouldn't be.
I assured her we were okay when we weren't.
I have her the false hope I wanted to have myself.
I calmed her tears when my own were threatening to spill over.
I wanted to comfort her in any way possible even when I knew she was upset with a good reason to be. I hated to see her cry and worry about something that was out of our hands. So I told her over and over again not to worry, things would be okay; we were going to be fine.
But things did not turn out okay.
Things were not fine.
And I will never forget how I fed you false hope that day when we were all shoved in the same room under lockdown in the middle of summer.