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No, I Won't Stop Telling My Daughter She's Beautiful
She toddled into the kitchen, lips turned up in a proud smile. A white sunhat perched on her head, floppy brim covering half her face. A pink purse swung from her wrist, three strands of beads jangled around her neck. “Don’t you look lovely!” I exclaimed. A glance in my direction told me she’d heard me, but …