[MBS] 2.5. Child

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Seven years old, wide blue eyes, a mop of curly hair atop a face that's a perfect blend of mother and father, and a pitted black olive stuck on the end of every finger as she runs around the dining room table, all squeals and roars and laughter; she wouldn't trade these dinners for all the candlelight and quiet the world has to offer.