She held my hand today. We were hugging and being silly, then she held my hand as we walked into the kitchen. This closeness is a rarity; a gift.
Often she is aloof; too busy becoming the teenage version of herself. She is occupied with friends and music and YouTube shows and sketching and anime. She is focused on feeling empowered; being the ‘funny’ one; sharing secrets and texts and songs.
She is my little girl long gone; she is my adolescent wonder. She is more familiar to me than my own heartbeat, and yet an ever changing creature I must meet anew each day.
She is my heart. And today, she held my hand.