“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
on?”
“Tommy at school called me ugly, but I don’t think I’m
ugly.”
“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.
“Yes, honey,
you’re beautiful.”
Melisa, satisfied with the answer, rolled her
wheelchair back to the living room to watch TV.
Moose and Buddy Rabbit
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