Before doing so, I decided to tell her a little about her Uncle Derek.
I picked up the frame that sits next to us every night.
Before I could get a word out, she grabbed it and gave it a quiet kiss.
My heart smiled and ached at the same time.
Somehow, I think she already "knows" her Uncle D.
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Precious, indeed.
In so many ways, she must be very much under his influence. She's a lucky girl!
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