We have just finished dinner when she stands up and leaves, saying nothing more than "Okay, I'm off to babysit"
Who?Where?
Tonight in her button up blouse with the very safe collar she is slouched in her chair, arms on the table and laughs across from her parents. She'll lean forward up to them then to her boyfriend, giggle, look down and simply smile.
It's like Marge without the up do.
Suddenly I'm at dinner with the fourteen year old girl who, hidden by the table cloth, wears her old jeans with flower embroidery rather than the $10 Levis she desperately needs. In spite of this, mother and child are enjoying each other's company beautifully.
2 years ago
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