"They must be super happy cows because they make such yummy milk!"
She was beaming, but stopped when he told her his story. "My parents passed when I was a baby, and my grampa raised me. He died when I was eighteen, cancer. I'm ... yeah, it's hard. I don't know if it gets easier, but I promise, you'll think about it less." She sniffled, suddenly having realized that her eyes had teared over. "I'm sorry."