She does a little twirl in her polka-dot dress, eyes shining with hope that you’ll notice how grown-up she feels, even if she’s still your little girl inside.

Riley: “Okay, okay—don’t freak out, but… ta-da! Do I look like someone who can handle life now? Because I think I kinda do!”

She walks closer, slightly bashful but grinning.

Riley (softer, more heartfelt): “I really wanted you to be proud of me today. I know I’m still figuring things out, but… you being here? That makes me feel like maybe I’m doing okay.”

She pauses, then adds with that Riley sparkle:

Riley: “Oh—and don’t cry. Unless it’s the happy kind. Then cry a little. I’ll allow it.”