She was holding a glass jar in her hand, and her skinned knees were vivid in the moonlight against the rest of her skin. In fact, in the moonlight, it was hard to tell that it was August, and that her skin was as dark as a Mexican child who had been in the sun since day 2 after birth. It was hard to see the dust from the fields that she'd played
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And if that were true, I might be a lot more like my mother expected me to grow up.
I hope, if I ever decide to have children, that they'll be as precocious and innocent and jar-smashing as you.
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I wasn't innocent about some things. I wasn't all that carefree. And jarsmashing was safer and more healthy than hurting myself, although luckily it didn't occur to me that was an option. ;)
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Lucky for a lot of us, I'd say.
Goodnight, beautiful. I'm glad you turned out the way you did, however that came about.
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