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

in the backyard with Emma, wearing rain boots even though it had not rained. She was digging a hole beside the fence with a plastic beach shovel.

When she saw me, she ran over.

“Mommy! We’re making a worm hotel.”

“A luxury one?”

“Obviously.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the mud.

Her hair was uncovered, short and uneven, shining in the sun.

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