‘I wish I had a nice dress. Or… or something pink with flowers on it. The kind of clothes nice, pretty girls wear.’ ‘Joan.’ I pulled back so I could look her right in the eyes. ‘You are a fantastic, interesting, clever, brave, beautiful girl, and you don’t like flowery pink dresses. Girls and women can wear whatever they like. It has no reflection on how nice or pretty they are.’ She shrugged, unconvinced. ‘I just want to look like a normal kid.’ ‘Oh my darling. Don’t ever wish you were normal – as if any one of us really is. Do normal girls find their long-lost grandparents and plan an
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