We ordered food: a hamburger for Rose and a baked potato for me.

I described my morning full of toddlers at the library.

"God, I can't imagine how that must've felt. I have enough trouble seeing one child some days, let alone a room full of them." The expression on her face let me know that she'd experienced the very same pain herself, and her sympathy felt more real because of it.

The relief of finally being able to talk to someone in my situation was overpowering.