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Laughing, playing, splashing in the water. Salty drops sprinkling on your nose, and your eyelids flicking them away. Kicking and screaming and enjoying the last few moments of freedom before the long walk back up the pack to the dirty white van.
Putting clothes in the washing machine, loading white powder and turning the dial 360 degrees. I used to watch her do it every Sunday morning but not understand why. Why the clothes didn't stay white on their own that is, but it didn't matter. What mattered is I was there and she was there and in that moment, everything was okay. Looking back it's a blur, the memories, I bleached them out just like she did, getting rid of the stains.
When little girls are young their daddy's take them by the hands and they dance, their toes pressing against their daddy's feet, twice the size, comforting and protecting. Never let a moment like that pass without realizing it.