My daughter, ten years old, calls out as she leaves.
The only word I hear is "Daddy"
and I run upstairs to the front door to see her
striding purposefully down the street to her friend's house
wearing her kerchief on her head,
one of her kerchiefs she always wears, which I love so much and find so infuriating,
because I don't know where it comes from
and I don't think it looks good, this style,
but it's so completely hers
and I love that she's true to herself,
whoever she may be.
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