The first day I met her, she wore two lady bug sneakers. Today, she only has the left one, and one left sandal on her right foot. Love usually asks me to hold her, running up to me with her hands held in the air. She talks quietly, like I do, except when she wants my attention; “Madame!” she yells, and it works. She loves to smile at me with her beautiful little teeth and beautiful Syrian eyes. Her hair is short; apparently it used to fall down her back, but her mama cut it all off to protect her. She has chipped pink nail polish, and wears a pair of blue wool tights every time I...
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