Last year the daughter wrote a series of poems, thoughts, memories to create her Alphabiography, the name coming from the packet's alphabetical organization.
The assignment had been handed in late, or some other circumstance, and so the teacher had not returned the work at the conclusion of last year. She found it this year and returned it.
I am certainly happy she did for this is seriously cool stuff, a kid reflecting on early childhood, her likes and dislikes, life, moods.
Too often in art there is a self-consciousness that can obscure and reduce the beauty of the main idea. There is none of that here. The kid has the words to describe it, but no cynicism to temper her vision.
And of course she is our perfect daughter and we love her!