Ma stretched out on one of the branches, one leg on either side, chin balanced on her hands. Scooter did the same on the branch next to her, so he could watch her face instead of looking down at the ground.
“Fear’s not a bad thing,” she said, finally. “It keeps us alive, allows us to exercise some caution. But too much fear can freeze you up, make it hard to keep movin’ forward. And life don’t care much for you if you’re standing still. Best way to live isn’t to never be afraid, but to be afraid…and do it anyway. That’s bravery, Winnie.”
“Are you afraid?”
Ma smiled at him. “Always am,” she said. “These days my fear’s a bit different. I’m afraid of bad things happening to you or your sister. I’m afraid of the restaurant failing. Of owing money. Of getting older. But life’s not gonna stop just because I’m afraid.”
“Are you afraid of being up in this tree?” Scooter attempted to clarify.