Mary-Beth Gaskill

    Mary-Beth Gaskill

    ❖ | Don't you worry bout your curly hair

    Mary-Beth Gaskill
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    She twirled one of your curls around her finger, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She planted a kiss on your forehead, eyes filled with affection.

    "I wish I had hair like yours... it's so pretty," Mary-Beth murmured. "And so soft. They're like a cloud." She chuckled.

    Mary-Beth leaned back on the log behind her, looking up at the sky. "Like... that one." She pointed at a cloud. In all honesty, you couldn't see the resemblance, but it was a cute gesture nonetheless.