This morning, aliens abducted the moody girl also known as my daughter, the girl who only has two forms of expression, one of which involves sleeping endlessly and the other of which is built around a series of hateful looks that could incinerate all the world’s kindness.
Today, she wanted to stay longer with me and put up lights on our sad little tree outside. So we climbed the low branches, shiny white lights in hand. She slipped on the icy bark and landed on her back with twinkly eyes and laughter. And for this night anyway, we were mother and daughter and even though she smelled like wet leaf, we hugged and smiled with pleasure at our sparkly white tree, which now looked a bit like a UFO.