“A daughter is a rainbow – a curve of light through scattered mist that lifts the spirit with her prismatic presence. Is a shadow – a reminder of something brilliant ducking out of sight, too easily drawn away. She is an aria, swelling within the concern chamber, an echo reverberating across a miniature sea. She is a secret, whispered, a hint of what we cannot know until it finds us. She is a sliver of her father, a shard of her mother. A daughter is a promise, kept.”
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