The little girl hid within the woman’s heart, peeking out now and again to see if the world had changed. This was her home and she liked wandering through the different chambers to feel warmth and love. Now and again she sensed the pain of arrows trying to lodge themselves in the walls. Diligently she’d pry them out to throw them aside. Rubbing the wounds with her tiny hands she’d whisper, “you are loved” until the healing came.