In my circle, we give our daughters the gift of innocence. We give them the gift of no sleepovers, no unchaperoned events, no unbridled trust in other adults.
She wouldn't allow anyone to handle her newest books. Too many hands siphoned away the book smell. She wanted 'to smell all the new.'
That paperback traveled with her on the bus to work. It lay splayed open and face down on the countertop when she cooked dinner.
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