June 14, 2007
That's where I lost my memory, temporarily. Over there a shadow of my oldest, 6 years old and taking the first steps away, on her own. She's afraid, see, but excited. Now she's older, wiser and glad to be away from my domineering prescence. One day she'll come back to me. Grateful for the little things, a few little things of her own in arm and I'll be in line, first i line t carry, clean and savour those precious moments before the self-awareness and desire to be cool spoils the little things and they stretch towards wretched adulthood.