As I wrote the last post, Sroch popped out of bed and said she had to write something.
I let her, and when she was done she showed it to.
It was a note to God, asking him to bring mashiach, and if not in her lifetime that she should return in techiyas hameisim to see it, but he should answer her tfilos and bring mashiach on tisha b'av.
So we hugged and kissed and sniffled and I said, you are so like your mother, sitting here crying in the middle of the night.
And she said, "I cried already, " and then grinned and skipped off to bed.