Summer on Blossom Street (Blossom Street #6)(102)

“I hope that happiness never leaves you,” I whispered back.

“I belong,” she said with such emotion that it was hard for me to swallow. “I belong.”

“Yes,” I said, slipping my arm around her shoulders. “You belong with us.”

I shared my daughter’s feeling. I’d found belonging, too—a husband, a home, a family. A whole world with all my friends on Blossom Street.