I was just thinking about how my sister is the only person to appreciate my singing when she called. Told her that and she said, “but you’re so unique, and you’re a great dancer also.” Only as sister can say that as I’m tone deaf and dance well–actually I can but not to any known steps.
She called to say that her daughter, almost ten, was talking to a friend and asked if her parents had any thoughts about what she would look like when she was born.
“Oh, do you know who your original parents are?”
Niece Jacqueline knows that original parents aren’t real parents, because I’m adopted and my real parents are her grandparents. I never heard the expression original parents before. I like it.
Niece Sam doesn’t want me to move to SoCal but her mom is getting with the program. “We can visit her.”
“No, I want her in New York. She belongs with us.”
“We don’t live with her. She lives in the city and you don’t want to go there.”
“I can change my mind.”
I love my niece much and this made me feel great but hasn’t helped my continuing debate on moving or not. By this time next year I will have made up my mind. For sure; if I haven’t died in a terrorist attack or been hit by a car or any one of ten million other things.
Life is funny in its uncertainty. I think that keeps me going. Know it keeps me young.