The other day I caught myself wondering if they really painted her toenails when they prepared her. I took in a brand new color of nailpolish for them to use, but I had to wonder since they nearly refused to take the shoes I brought in for her to wear, insisting that they wouldn't show anyway. I can't tell you how much that comment bothered me at the time, somehow making her into a non-person for whom footwear was no longer a consideration.
I wondered further if they thought she had pretty feet because she certainly did, even if they looked exactly like her father's and nothing like mine at all. I sat there for a good ten minutes just trying to remember the last time I saw her little piggies.
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