She was the first to see us pull in and came running. My heart tripped in my chest when I caught her in my arms and lifted her off the ground. "You're short." There were tears in her eyes and on her cheeks. I hate her tears so that last comment was meant to piss her off or make her laugh. Either one would take care of them for me.
Anger won the night I guess, though she wasn't really angry. "Hey take that back. I am perfectly proportioned thank you very much. We don't all have to look like lurch." I tickled her sides and she kicked and squealed to be let down. Now I was the one who felt like crying. Sometimes she sounds so happy. Like no one I'd ever known before. Her happiness is a different kind of happiness to the one I'm used to. There was nothing superficial about it. Something very
