I stood before my mini-version. Blonde hair curled at the shoulders, bright blue eyes sparkled, and a pleased smile lighted her face. Behind her on the wall splashed brilliant colors in what undoubtedly could hang as a Picasso in an art gallery, but instead it splashed all over my living room wall.
She was that daughter, the one who could make me tear my hair out one minute and laugh until tears ran the next. She brought out in me…
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