Daddy's Girl
100 words.
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Kaylee's feet were bare and her face was smudged with dirt. Her mama had tried to wash it off, but Kaylee had escaped. She crept towards the open workshop door, keeping a vigilant eye out for mothers with washrags and evil gleams in their eyes. She had her favorite doll--Rose, by name--clasped to her chest.
Inside, she perched on a box in the corner, her usual spot. She watched her daddy work with avid eyes, absorbing everything.
Her daddy noticed her at last. "Hand me that wrench, would you?" he said.
She left her doll in the corner.
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Kaylee's feet were bare and her face was smudged with dirt. Her mama had tried to wash it off, but Kaylee had escaped. She crept towards the open workshop door, keeping a vigilant eye out for mothers with washrags and evil gleams in their eyes. She had her favorite doll--Rose, by name--clasped to her chest.
Inside, she perched on a box in the corner, her usual spot. She watched her daddy work with avid eyes, absorbing everything.
Her daddy noticed her at last. "Hand me that wrench, would you?" he said.
She left her doll in the corner.