Dear Lila,
I was brushing your teeth tonight when you informed me that when you grow up, you want to be . . . wait for it . . . a princess. I asked you if you were sure, if you wouldn't rather be a doctor or a teacher or an artist. You said no, you want to be a princess. *sigh* I feel as if I've failed you.
Love,
Mom
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