Our daughter doesn't look like other girls.
Every parent thinks that, but I know it to be true. She isn't ugly, as there's nothing particularly unpleasant about her appearance. But one can't really describe her as "pretty", either, since pretty women all look alike and she's so terribly odd and exotic-looking.
Well, exotic, like an English Rose 🌹.
One day, she's dull, grey, mousey, nondescript, plain. The next, she is stunning us with those sky-blue, sparkling eyes, the brilliant smile, those elegant, refined bones. A true lady. The next day, it is back to grey, as if a switch had been flipped.
Perhaps all girls have that switch and we merely don't notice because they are painted.
Every day, we rise, and wait to see if our sun will come out.
