She had a problem with personification, and to her, all things had feelings. Feelings that could be hurt, hearts that could be broken. Once she was angry and kicked a rock but as it skittered away she thought What if I just tore it away from its loved ones, what if I made them sad? She ran to catch it before it became lost and carefully placed it back where she thought it went with a quiet apology. Even now, as I write this, she’s apologizing for the word choices I make, certain the very words not used are jealous.