As we passed on the street, she looked up at me from behind her butterfly mask, and I could just imagine how that conversation went.
"but mom, I want to be a butterfly today." And rather than fight it, the mom gave into her daughters whimsical side for the day. But all I saw was a little girl hiding from the world and wished that it was acceptable some days to wear my own proverbial mask and hide from the world as well.
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