Multiple adults were fighting in the logcabin. It was extreme. There were kids. I started ugly crying in which I rarely ever do and haven't done it in 4 years. One of the moms took me and the kids outside. A little 7 year old boy took my hand and took me on a walk and started comforting me. In which i started crying again and he gave me hug. That little kid is probably one of the most mature person I have ever met and I am very grateful that he was there.
