“Well, they’re right,” I told her. “But do you know how lovely you are?” She looked confused. “Do you mean pretty?” “Yes, but in a way where I can see it.” I lifted a hand and touched a finger to her heart. “And I can feel it because you’re pretty inside too.” She seemed to marvel at that. “No one ever told me I was pretty inside.” “Well, you are and don’t ever stop being that way because it really doesn’t matter what you look like on the outside. It only matters how you are on the inside.”
