“I don’t like when she’s hurt,” she admitted before helping him to sew the button back on, when really her little fingers were just in the way. “Can I be a fixer like you? I want to fix people! And then I can help Mama, too!”

Anons from My Muses Children || Accepting

Tom was patient as he showed his daughter how to sew the button onto the doll. “Me either, honey,” he said with a sigh. His significant other was working now, and he could only imagine the trouble she was getting herself into. At his daughter’s question, a smile spread across his face. “Of course, baby! You can be anything you want to be.”