Maybe it’s the school uniform, maybe it’s the general sportiness of my daughter, but she’s never looked older than her years.
She walked past me a moment ago with her hair a tangled mane of brown with streaks of blonde from the sun, a tank top and pajama pants on. She looks fifteen, the most beautiful, striking teenage look of them all.
Her cheeks are still full with the look of early childhood, but her eyes are deeper set and her nose is defined. My daughter stopped being cute, and she is transforming into a beauty.
It happened overnight. The world is an easier place when you are beautiful, but still it is more complicated.
I’m simply awestruck.