I just met her 72 hours ago, the daughter of a cousin who I just embraced for the first time.
Her eyes were the color of charcoal and her smile bit my heart.
She had a dimple in her left cheek only, just like me.
Sweats more than any other 7 year old I've known,
and demands rice at every meal.
I want her world to be better and her options to be as bright as her glowing cheeks. I thought that she would be the perfect filter for my feminism. If it doesn't contribute to bettering her world, I'm passing.
I want to always see her jumping.