ALICE “Diamond, if you don’t stop moving, your hair is going to come out crooked.” “I want it crooked.” I laughed despite myself while trying to fix the small braid she had already half-destroyed by turning her head every three seconds. Morning sunlight spilled softly across the bedroom through the glass walls overlooking the city outside while she sat cross-legged near the edge of the couch in tiny pink pajamas, kicking her feet carelessly against the cushion. Every few seconds, she turned again before I could finish her hair properly. Managing her sometimes felt harder than running Diamond Global. “Mummy, hurry,” she complained dramatically. “Lisa said beach girls have to look pretty.” “Oh, did she now?” She nodded seriously. “Yes. It’s important.” Another laugh escaped me before I finally adjusted the braid properly. For a moment, I just looked at her. Four years ago, I truly believed my life had ended. Now my mornings looked like this. She suddenly slid off the couch
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