The mud squished between my fingers as I pulled my six-year-old daughter out of the puddle like she was wreckage after a storm. Her birthday dress wasn’t even hers. It was a little pink one we’d picked out together at a discount store in our small American town. She’d loved the tiny embroidered flowers so much she’d traced them with her finger over and over in the mirror at home. Now the flowers were coated in brown, clinging to her like a second skin. Mud streaked her hair, her ears, her eyelas