She picked up an apple from the kitchen counter and headed toward the door.
“Love you, Mom!”
“Love you too, sweetheart!”
I watched her leave, then turned toward the refrigerator.
Her finished portrait was hanging there.
In it, I was laughing without covering my mouth.
And for the first time in weeks, my daughter had walked out of our home without trying to hide any part of herself. PlanFamily Trips
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