Hugs and kisses.
Her cooking.
Her cuddles.
Her happy smiles.
Her level head and sober judgement.
How she helps clean our rooms.
How she reads to us.
How she doesn't mention Miranda's thumb.
How she knows when it's time to throw out leftovers (Dad doesn't want to talk about it. Lucy either.)
Her absolute Franksyness (she practically defines the word.)
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