She flew the coop, that last little chick of mine! I took her to college and she was brave. She was optimistic. She was fierce. God I love her.
She’s such a graceful survivor. After the past few years of hardship of many stripes and colors, I wish her a new world, at the least, free of parental crap. If she washes hard enough, it will all eventually come off, and she can start new with her own quasi-grown up life and happy, shiny people, not the wrecks her parents had become.
Come to think of it, I was brave, optimistic and fierce too! I keep thinking she’s upstairs in her room, but I don’t break down when I realize she isn’t there. I’ll see her at Thanksgiving. She will be new in ways and so will I.
I like the sound of that!