How we remember those we love

My daughter Karen in 1993
My daughter Karen in 1993

One thing that I never expected would happen has happened… I qualify for most senior citizen discounts. However, having reached this milestone, I find that some things get stuck in time… like how I remember my daughters.

None of my daughters are children anymore, but somehow I am like Steven Martin caught in “Father of the Bride” and I hear my little girls speak whenever they open their adult mouths. Sometimes, I actually see them as I used to and that is very disconcerting. Maybe I just see the little girls still inside … or maybe that part of them still resides in me.

So, forgive me ladies if I look at you in anyway that seems to not recognize your adult and independent status… this is more about me.

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