I forced myself to exist in the inexplicable reality of sleep and wake only moms know, so I could memorize her face as it looked when she returned at the end of the fun. She was grinning, shining, happily-rumpled. Her eye makeup smeared from sweat and giggling. From too much dancing. From being free to love and free to express.
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