Read the full entry "Sunday" - Dad's Trophy

Read the full entry "Sunday" - Dad's Trophy
"She's not a trophy. I know that. But—" and the but is where the whole thing lives.
She's starting to plan. She packed the yellow dress without telling me. That's new.
She walked like she was the only person on the beach. She wasn't. But she walked like it.
She doesn't know what she looks like yet. She will.
Thirteen is the last year you get to call her a kid without someone correcting you.