My hands swirl and twist, forcing the lotion into my dry, dry hands.
Her hands swirl and twist, mimicking each movement perfectly.
I sigh and apply more to my elbows and legs. Up and down, into my heels, around my knees...
She sighs and applies some to her elbows and legs. Up and down, into her heels, around her knees...
I smile into her sparkling brown eyes.
She smiles into my blue ones.
"Do you like doing what Mommy does?"
"Yes! I want to be just like YOU, Mommy!"
My eyes well up. My smile is wistful. I picture her fearless joy for life and ability to make everyone feel special...
"That's funny, baby girl. Because I want to be just like YOU."
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