He opened his mouth.
I moved away.
Outside, my eldest daughter stopped by the car and smoothed down her dress.Compare Cars
“Mom?”
“Yeah?”
“Does it make me look weird?”
The question seemed to be posed innocuously.
It made the pain even more intense.
I could have told her immediately that she was beautiful.
Instead, I asked,
“Do you like the dress?”
She lowered her gaze, then turned around and watched her skirt move around her knees.
“Yeah.”
“So that’s the answer that matters.”
She smiled and got into the car.
Her little sister followed, leaving traces of icing on the door.
“I look clingy.”
I laughed.
” Absolutely. ”
After fastening it, I went around to the driver’s side.
My reflection appeared
in the dark window of the car.
