It hurts her, and it hurts to watch, and I can do nothing but grimace and remember when. *** You’re different I tell her and it’s ok. You’re different and it’s awesome and in a few years, you’ll embrace this, being you, unabashedly you, and it will be ok. But I won...
“No!” she grimaced, alternating between the bouncy horse movement and shaking while hugging herself as though she were freezing to death. “Hypothermia!” I bellowed. “No!” she gasped, disappointed in my ignorance. “The answer is Just Chillin’.” ...