Now she is tall. She is going to university in the fall. She drives. She stays up later than I do. She wears my clothes, and looks better in them. I use to make her clothes. Still do, sometimes. She knows how to work my Mac better than I do. She built a car and was the driver for the race. She is funny. She is helpful and loving. I know she must go. I want her to go. I also want her to stay. I want to hear her squeaky little girl voice again. I want to brush her baby curls into pig tails, wrap the hair around my fingers and watch the banana curls bounce around her wee ears.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Posted by Alberta Art Classes at 5:17 PM