I love this child. I love her vinegar and her attitude. I love her bull bullheadedness and her spice. But every child, particularly little girls, have a side that is untouchable. Serene. I love this little girl. Tired from running, my niece sits in the middle of a dandelion patch. Because summer is closing its doors, the once petaled heads of the flowers are now soft, fluffy orbs that beckon to be wished upon. Facing the sunshine, she gently blew the seeds from their base and watches them dance across the sunshine. For a moment all that is left is the reminiscent aspects of heaven that exist inside of her. Exposed only in a moment of silence, but never ever lost. I love this child.
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