He thinks you're pretty." Genevieve yawned. "Guys always think you're pretty."<br /><br />"Well people think you look like me," I <br />responded.<br /><br />"They're only being nice." Her voice was hurt as she curled closer to me.<br /><br />"They aren't being nice. You're beautiful, smart, and you know who you are. You're never afraid of saying what you believe in. I never want you to forget that, Genevieve," I spoke tenderly as I watched her eyes start to sag. "I love you, Genevieve.