She is Beautiful

“She is beautiful,” I thought as I fixed her hair tie because sometimes they don’t like it when the girls’ hair is messy. The man checked her measurements and asked about her health. I assured him she was young and spirited. He liked that. He looked at her with satisfaction. I liked that. I was so happy when I found out about her. “This is a blessing for our family.” My husband said. He was proud of me. I was proud of myself. My daughter held my hand and smiled as wide as Kool-aid Man. She was happy. She received a lot of attention today because today was special. She wore makeup. She wore ‘grown-up’ clothes that her father spent a lot of money on, but it was okay because she would be able to pay for it back. She felt special. I handed her hand over to the man. He handed me the payment. I waved goodbye to her. “She really is beautiful,” I thought to myself again.