Today, I noticed a fleck of grey at Baba's temples. Just a fleck, really. Nothing more. He caught my eye and smiled at me. I couldn't help but smile back. One of the things I love about him is that no matter how exhausted he is, he always smiles with his eyes. Always.
I remember when I was younger, I used to pester every grown up into telling me the Chronicles of Adulthood. And while they hemmed and hawed in agitation, not knowing how to explain the complexity of it all to a seven year old, I'd sit there in eager anticipation, oblivious to their evident discomfort.
What they never told me was that a part of growing up was watching your parents grow old.
I remember when I was younger, I used to pester every grown up into telling me the Chronicles of Adulthood. And while they hemmed and hawed in agitation, not knowing how to explain the complexity of it all to a seven year old, I'd sit there in eager anticipation, oblivious to their evident discomfort.
What they never told me was that a part of growing up was watching your parents grow old.
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