“Am I beautiful?” Melisa implored of her mother.
Her mother, loading the
dishwasher, paused for a moment to look at her daughter. “What brought this
“Tommy at school called me ugly, but I don’t think I’m
“Of course not, dear. You’re lovely in your own special way,”
replied her mother while reaching for another dish.
“But am I beautiful?”
queried Melisa again; eyes wide in eager anticipation.
Melisa, satisfied with the answer, rolled her
wheelchair back to the living room to watch TV.