…n a brush through her knotty hair. “What happened up there?” I’ll ask after she returns downstairs, her hair no neater than before. She’ll just shrug and head off to school, hair unbrushed, perhaps a smudge of toothpaste still in the corner of her mouth. She doesn’t care.
…ergy and confidence. She is one big “yes” that refuses to hear “no.” She struts into a room and assumes her body has a right to be there. She takes up much more space than her small frame requires. She demands praise and then soaks it up like a greedy sponge and then asks for more. She is voraciously in love with life.