She wanted three pig tails. One in a braid. On that side.
She chose a pink and burgundy polka dot ankle sock for one foot; a striped brown and green crew sock for the other.
She pulled on sparkly silver leggings and an oversized, over-loved tan shirt from her brother’s cast offs. Cracked number 4 on the back. Dinosaur eating a basketball on the front.
Added several rows of plastic New Orleans beads, a pasta necklace, an Elsa pendant, and an ivory fuzzy crop shrug “to not be cold.”
Unfolded that crew sock.
Twirled in front of the mirror.
Caught her mother’s horrified look in the reflection. Mom in solid pastels and tidy gold necklace, pressed slacks blending into same-colored oxfords.
“What!?” She placed one hand in protestation on an expertly side-jutted hip. “It’s pretty to ME!”
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