The other day my dad asked, "What are we going to do with Samantha? She's so shy and is always clinging to you."
I laughed, because although that's how it appears to people who only see her with me, others know the truth. She's totally outgoing, loud, obnoxious, rude, funny, and independent most of the time. It's just when I appear, so does the umbilical cord.
Today one of Sam's classmates' moms sent me a picture of the girls at recess. Looking at it on my phone, I thought, "Oh, I thought Sam wore a white shirt today." A closer look proved me right. Although there was a kid with white blond hair and a maroon shirt in the picture, that was not Sam.
She is the one photobombing in the background, looking like a psycho.
Oh, Sam. My little shy girl.