Finley: Oh, mama. Me: Yes, love? Finley: Mama, you are breaking my heart. You’re just making it to be broken and broken. Me: I am? How, sweets? Finley: You just aren’t seeing my happy, I can tell it in your face. She snapped this picture of me. She’s right. Been facing some hard times, and while I put on a brave face, these faces captured (again and again) by the girls with my phone tell a different story. Are you revealing your worry? I am going to focus more on this face, it’s worth trying to copy.
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