“Well, that’s silly. Why do you think I’m always doing your hair and makeup? ’Cause I like you best.” Damn it, the pain isn’t leaving. “Why do you like me best?” “’Cause everyone else is always so happy and perfect, but sometimes you’re grumpy and sad, and it makes me feel like it’s okay to be grumpy and sad. I’m tired of pretending I’m always happy like everyone else.” She throws her arms in the air. “Now can we go get ice cream already? I’m starving!”
