Disclaimer: I don't own FOTR
Bielke was 7 years old when her sister Chava got married. When Tevye was sitting shiver for the child that in his mind was dead Bielke came up to her father.
"Papa can I ask you a question?"
"Of course Bielke what is it?"
"Do you love me?"
Tevye looked at his daughter.
"What kind of a question is that," he asked, "You're my baby. Of course I love you"
"What if I thought different then you do papa? Would you love me then?"
"Bielke nothing could make me stop loving you"
"But you stopped loving Chava. I know oil and water don't mix but mama says you need them both to make pasta"
Tevye couldn't help but smile at his daughter's simplistic assessment of the situation.
"I never stopped loving your sister," he said, "Your sister stopped loving me"
Bielke shook her head stubbornly.
"Papa that's not true," she said, "and you can get mad all you want but it's not true. She never stopped loving you"
"She didn't confront me with what was going on," he said
"She was afraid you would be disappointed in her," Bielke replied.
Tevye could understand where his youngest was coming from. Could she be right?
"Bielke would it make you feel better if I were to go and talk to your sister?"
Bielke nodded. At that moment he knew his seven-year-old daughter was the wise one.
Chava had just finished baking a loaf of bread when she heard a knock on the door. It was Tevye.
"May I come in?"
"Of course," she said.
"Chava I wish you had told me what was going on," Tevye said, "because you are my daughter and I do love you.
"I do not agree with your decision but your young sister has helped me to see that I should have been more open. You are welcome in the home whenever you want. Your husband is welcomed not so much. I wish you happiness Chava"
At that he left.