she is like me
They have the cutest clothes now for little granddaughters.
I cannot help but buy this outfit.
Another pink and orange thing? My daughter asks.
My granddaughter squeals and runs to her room to change.
She loves the colors I love.
Whereas her mother, my own child prefers khakis and dull browns.
“She is like me,” I say, pleased.
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