She looked to be about 4 years old.
Big eyes, brown pigtails, yellow stuffed animal tucked under one arm, her other hand swallowed up by her mom’s. Their nuclear family was obviously on a guided tour of the gym, I had my headphones on but I could tell that much.
But that little girl’s bright eyes were locked on me in the mirror of the weight room — I was …
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