My days are filled with a profound joy to have her as a daughter, but a sweet sadness and nostalgia wind their way through the days like a gold thread. It's a subtle and very slow process, but she's growing up. The legs are longer, the face more understanding and clever, the hands push me away as she is fiercely determined to do more on her own.
"No, Mamo. No, please. Me. Mine. Do it."
She will be more beautiful and more clever than anyone I will ever know, and I'm so grateful that I can share my life with her and help her be the person that she wants to be.
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