"She's very quiet" the big taxi driver asks , looking at my daughter from the mirror. Well... asks... he doesn't ask a thing, he states a fact.
"She's a teenager" I answer a little miffed. I am not used to anyone criticizing my daughter other than me.
I go on to explain apologetically how amazing she used to be until her hormones showed up, he goes on to blame the eternal 'blameables': mobile phones and social media.
In this manner starts our first visit to my parent's house in two years, with that, an economy flight and something else...
I wonder if this will end up being just another of my unfinished blogs.
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