She pulled me toward the salon entrance.
“What are we doing here?” I urged, puzzled.
“You’ve been putting off a haircut for eight months. And you mentioned wanting a facial once, like three years ago. So I booked both. Before we fly out in five hours.”
“Five hours?”
“The tickets are for the coast. That little town you always talk about. The one with the lighthouse you saw in a magazine and said you’d visit someday.”
She pulled me toward the salon entrance.
My heart ached. “Lily, I can’t just leave…”
“Yes, you can. I’m 18 now. I’m not a kid anymore. And you’ve earned this.”
She turned to face me fully, and I saw Daniel in her eyes… that same stubborn determination.
“You always said good parents put their kids first. You did that. For 11 years. Without a single day off.” Her voice softened. “I’m taking you somewhere you always deserved to go.”
“I’m not a kid anymore.”
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