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“Mom! Do you always need to talk to people?”

My young daughter asked, years ago.


“I do. I get to tell my stories, and I always,

ALWAYS get better stories back”.

Recently she was at a fair.

She heard two people talking my language,

the mother tongue from her childhood.

She approached them.

“OMG” she said to herself:

“I have become my own mother! “

“But did you enjoy the conversation?”

“Yes, I DID.”

Life is fascinating!


How old do you need to be

to call a fifty someone a

“young man?”

Laughing out loud!

Crying a little.

Life is fleeting!


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