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she wondered when she had become the adult one. the strong one, with enough force to keep the house from tumbling down. the thoughtful one, who remembered the special days in everyone's lives. the forgiving one, who would let them do what they wanted over and over again, while she just sat there, silent.
but if they asked her, of course she'd say yes. if they made her do it, she would not complain. when they needed her, certainly she would be there. sometimes, she thought, it might be nice to just be a little girl again, locking herself in her bedroom, talking to her dolls and nibbling on candy. and as she watched her glossy, pink strawberry shortcake record spin 'round and 'round on the turntable, she could see herself in the land of lollipop trees and bubblegum skies, without a care in the world. |