Slumped beneath the weight of her backpack, my daughter slinked from the school bus steps. Her ocean-blue eyes had faded to stormy skies, and her skin was muted. “How was your day?” I asked. I was concerned. Most days, she raced off the steps with a grin so wide her eyes were shut. This day, […]

via If Confidence Were a Balloon — Danielle Dayney

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