As a farm kid, Ula is accustomed to the cycle of life and death.  But she wasn’t accustomed to my sadness.      “Somebody just died.”  Ula begins. “Somebody was just born,” I answer, smiling. “Somebody is crying,” she responds. “Somebody is laughing.” “Somebody is scared.” “Somebody is eating ice cream.” “Somebody’s happy.” “Somebody’s sad.” […]