“Lola Winnie Laster, I promise you that your aunt and uncle wanted you to be their flower girl even after your accident. There’s a reason people say true love is blind. It’s because the people who really love you see your beauty in all its glorious forms. They saw it before the accident. You radiated a bright innocence. And now, your scars”—again, I brush my thumb under her eye—“they are reminders of your strength. When people look at you, they see everything they hope to be themselves. Strong. Brave. And beautiful.”

