She scowls at me and rolls her eyes. She helps clean up after meals without being asked. She tells her brother that she doesn’t want to be near him. She cleans her room and makes her bed completely unprompted. She hates me. She loves me. She wants to be a big kid. She wants to be my baby in her mother’s arms. This is seven.
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