My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…

and my winter coat. My hair was pulled back. No jewelry except my wedding ring.

In my bag were a laptop, a thumb drive, printed documents, and a small wireless clicker I had bought at an office supply store.

I had never felt less dramatic in my life.

The lobby smelled like roses and expensive hand lotion. A young woman at check-in smiled at me.

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