September 28 is Daughter’s Day, apparently. We put up a little snippet about it on the LIFESTYLE portal I currently edit.
A close girlfriend read the offer with moist eyes; her dad had passed away when she was six years old. Her mom, followed soon after.
“Life would have been very different if they were alive,” she said, thoughtfully. For one, she may have not married the wrong man. Two, she may have studied further and chartered a career as opposed to grabbing the first job that came her way. Touche.
Her sentiments reminded me to be thankful for one good thing, good, kind folks, who come with no disclaimers in their love for me. Touche.
In the picture: The face of a cow, embroidered on my green skirt of raw silk, lovingly sewn together by rehabilitated prostitutes. This one never fails to win me a frown, a stare or a gasp of approval.
