Family Matters

We grow old, we mature, we collect wrinkles and scars. Yet in the eyes of our families we stay where we always were. I'll always be the 5th in line between my siblings, and in my father's eyes I'll always be a little girl, as long as he's around. My mother said to me a few days ago "make sure you don't grow old". I'll try not to disappoint her, I just have to figure out how.