Sometimes when I look at her images I realize that I'm seeing the faces of her parents. I wonder where they are - who they are. Are they young or old? Do they live in the same city as her? Do they ever pass her on the street? Do they look for their own faces in the faces of the 9 year old girls that walk by? I am sure I am not the only woman in this world who is thinking of her with empty arms on her birthday. We love you Esther. I can't wait until you feel and know that.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Happier birthdays to come.
Sometimes when I look at her images I realize that I'm seeing the faces of her parents. I wonder where they are - who they are. Are they young or old? Do they live in the same city as her? Do they ever pass her on the street? Do they look for their own faces in the faces of the 9 year old girls that walk by? I am sure I am not the only woman in this world who is thinking of her with empty arms on her birthday. We love you Esther. I can't wait until you feel and know that.
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