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Almond Eyes

A letter to my daughter
I just trimmed your bangs last week. Now your eyes are uncovered and I can see midnight within them.
At two years old, your thin, almond shaped eyes have seen two continents, two countries, and three homes. They are already a familiar with loss, but know the hope of a new morning. They wear the squint that laughter brings. And while it’s taken time—and tears—since your adoption seven months ago, they know that love can grow yet again.

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