It doesn't seem too far away.

Her,

The little of little control over things,

who always lost her headbands and earrings and rings and never found them again in her big room .. Oh too big for her.

Never had she felt comfortable wearing purses. For why would she need them anyway ? Mommy's got a big purse.

Her,

who never reached the book shelves and who tiptoed late at many nights and curled into her mom's bed. And wide were her father's arms for the small person that she was.

Her,

With little hands that the shampoo always seeped through her fingers.