How would you continue this story if the sweetest baby girl grew up and moved away?: Once upon a time, I was only the mother of the sweetest baby girl. We were inseparable.
We traveled the country for her Irish dancing competitions, spent hours at the kitchen table homeschooling, and even more time curled up on the couch watching mindless TV and chick-flicks and just “being” together.
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.