|She'd heard it all before. All the cliches, all the platitudes.
Yet it doesn't matter how many times someone utters that life isn't fair. Or that it's hard, or that good things come to those who wait. Sometimes she just wanted to hear what even she knew wasn't always true. Sometimes she just wanted someone to tell her that everything was going to be ok. That the sun comes up tomorrow.
As a single tear threatened to fall, she turned at the sound of an approaching footstep, and saw her father standing there. He took her by the shoulders, smiled a little, and enveloped her in a hug. "Darling," he said, "we all have days like this, but I love you, and things will seem so much better tomorrow." He then wiped the threat of a tear from the corner of her eye as she tentatively smiled back up at him, and together they walked off towards whatever was to come.