My special daughter.

摘要

Although the calendar says she is 11 years old, in thoughts and words Kendall is 3. She curls her long legs beneath her and sucks her thumb, her waist-length hair pulled into whatever elegant style suits her and her mom that day. Certain T-shirts she will wear; others have the wrong picture on them or an objectionable texture, a violation of her skin's enigmatic sensitivities. Brushing her hair can be agonizing because she is so sensitive to the smallest tug on her follicles.