Monday morning. 

We were walking to daycare when we came across a dead bird by the side of the road. 
My heart was really gripped with the plight of the bird; I pointed it out to Yui. 
Mommy: Look Yui, the bird is dead. Kawaiso bird ne (poor bird).
Yui: Sad. Bird dead. 
And indeed, she hung her head for a minute or so while walking.

Monday evening. 

I was racking my memory, making sure if we did not, by happenstance, touch the bird’s peripheris at all; wanted to make sure we didn’t come into contact of any possible pathogen. 

Tuesday evening.

While in bed, before sleep. 

Yui: Sad. 
Mommy: Why are you sad, Anak? Do you miss Daddy? Mommy miss Daddy too. But don’t worry, he’ll be back soon. 

Yui nodded her head and said “Mmm” in answer to my second question. To answer my first question, she said:

Yui: Sad, bird dead. 
And she closed her eyes tightly, me holding her, whilst she drifted off to sleep.

It’s been two days yet it lingered with her.