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“What should we get Queenie for her first birthday?”
Porpentina looked up at her mother, eyes wide while her teeth worried her bottom lip from the excitement of getting to help with the task of picking out a gift for her baby sister. In her young mind, she still remembered the sight of the tiny baby held in her mother’s arms, but also the golden locks which actually managed to remain on Queenie’s adorable little head.
Looking around the room, her eyes alighted upon a stuffed bear with fur the color of Queenie’s hair. Her finger pointed. “Bear. Queenie’s hair.”
