It's 5:08.
At 5:00, my daughter starting dashing around. When asked why, she said that she had to leave at 5:15, and it took her fifteen minutes to get ready, so she had to hurry. Okay.
At 5:07, I looked up to see her reading a magazine. Done already? I asked. She looked up from the magazine. Hmmm?
3 comments:
So sorry to hear about your mother. Having lost both my parents some time ago, I have learned to hang onto as many precious moments as possible.
That's certainly true. I think that seeing my daughter -- young, full of life -- helps keep all of this in balance.
This is classic.
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