Sometimes I come home to complete indifference from the almost-teen girl. It pricks a little, that she doesn't even peel her eyes from the tv when I walk in, but as soon as daddy pulls into the driveway she rushes, animated, to the garage to meet him. Tonight, however, I was greeted at the car door by an excited girl promising me
"the best surprise ever!"
Even though it is not my birthday, I still got a song, a dance, and a cupcake with a candle. I choose to believe this celebration is because she is
sad that I am leaving, not that she is
delighted.
Dawa, on the other hand, remains zen through it all. As will I.
2 comments:
I love that doll so much. She touches my soul, even just seeing her in a photo. You're so lucky to actually have her by your side.
fabulous!
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