Peering at herself, she brought two things to a spot on her face. Pinching hard, she winced at the pain.
"What do you think you're doing?" Her father's entrance was unannounced.
Putting her hands down, she started to cry. "Dad? How come I'm not beautiful?"
"What do you mean?"
"Mom's pretty, Anna's pretty, even Jason's pretty. And I'm- I'm- not..." She broke down.
"Honey," he grabbed held her wrists gently, "look at me. Don't let those magazines or what those mean kids at school get to you, but more importantly, don't let you get to you. You're lovely."
"Thanks Dad."
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Terrific!!! Love this!!!