It was a crowded pool party, the kind with music, paper plates, and adults pretending nothing ever goes wrong. My four-year-old granddaughter refused her swimsuit the second I held it up. People laughed and called it “shy.” I didn’t laugh. Her hands were cold like she’d been holding ice.
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