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Her grandmother had once told her that one could blame ugliness on one’s genes and ignorance on one’s education, but there was absolutely no excuse whatsoever for being dull.
Her capacity to care was instinctive. It was her greatest asset and her greatest vulnerability;
“In this world, Daisy, we are tiny. We can’t always win and we can’t always be happy. But the one thing that we can always do is try.
The girl drew herself up to her full height of five feet and one and a quarter inches and then she spoke. “My name is Sunshine and I can be your new friend.”
“If you never get sadness, how do you know what happy is like?” she asked.
