Dear Prudence,
This is what “beauty” was supposed to be back when you were born. I’m hoping, as you read this now some years hence, things have changed. I suspect, though, that less will have changed than I would hope. With any luck your mother and I will have shown you time and again that there are a thousand kinds of beauty in the world, and most of them — the best kinds — don’t need all this to qualify.
You will always be my beautiful daughter, and I don’t ever want you to lose sight of that.
— Dad
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