Outside, Jenny and I walked to the car. She paused, shoulders a little straighter than before.
“You handled yourself so well in there,” I said, voice thick with pride.
Their mothers spoke to me off to the side.
She looked up at me, a small smile breaking through.
“Maybe it’s okay to be seen, after all.”
We drove home with the windows down, and I realized I’d been so busy trying to protect my daughter from the world that I hadn’t seen how ready she was to face it.
And this time, I knew she’d be all right.
“You handled yourself so well in there.”
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