The smiles are the same and their faces, while different sizes, are almost the spitting image of one another.

The smiles are the same and their faces, while different sizes, are almost the spitting image of one another.
I want her to be a good person, not just to me, but to everyone.
The days of smoking in the mall, downing an Orange Julius, and watching Dr. Huxtable examine women in his basement have all come to an end.
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.
The days of secret parent book-readers, class cupcake parties, and one teacher to remember for the year are over. She will never have them again. That chapter closed at the start of the summer.
The world outside may be cruel, but behind our front door, there’s no fear, judgment, or shame. There’s unconditional love.
I’ve lifted up heavy objects, taught her to ride a bike, and won more crane games than I can count. Most times I come through in the clutch when I know her eyes are watching.
I’m starting to become the lame one in our dynamic. I know it. I’m not completely there yet, but give it time.
It was one of the most heart-wrenching-in-a-good-way moments I have ever had in my life.
In this context, I barely even know what “noob” means.
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