Shark Girl
Daisy sat in her mom’s office pulling at the thread holding the hem of her dress together. Her grandmother had made the beloved dress for her. After her mother snapped at her to stop touching the thread, she traced the sharks all over the dress quietly naming each one. After naming each shark about twenty times each, she got up and began spinning wildly in circles causing the tulle in the dress to bounce, tickling her legs. She giggled softly at first, which turned into a contagious fit of laughs as she collapsed to the ground. Her mother snapped loudly, waving her hands and making threats with her tensed lips. Then she threw an adult coloring book and some pens on the floor snapping again and pointing aggressively at the stack. Daisy scooted across the ground with large pouty lips and a furrowed brow.
