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her head. “Careful, sweetie. You’re going to look top-heavy.”
My 6-Year-Old Daughter Came Home From Aunt’s House After A Cousin Spa Day And Lifted Her Hat…
Lily touched her braid.
Daniel smiled weakly. His mother said, “Oh, Vanessa.”
I took Lily to the bathroom and pretended we needed to wash chocolate off her hands.
Inside, Lily looked up at me in the mirror.
“Is my head too little?”
“No,” I said too quickly.
“Is my hair bad?”
