I watch as she emerges from the building walking slowly across the lot, unguarded for a moment. Sixteen years fall away in seconds unveiling the little girl within, a bit lost and vulnerable.
In the short time it takes for her to reach the car, pictures flash through my mind - the moment she was born and we knew what her name was to be, a two-year old dancing around the house with curls bouncing, our drama queen throughout the years...
I wish I could take her up in my arms and kiss the hurts away, protect her from life with all it's harsh realities.
She looks up and sees me. A smile crosses her face. The car door opens...she is sixteen again. We drive away chatting about her day.
But I remember.
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