Ageing Gracelessly

DD: “Hey, Ma, what are you going to do when I’m grown up and leave the house?”

Me: “What, like when you’re 35?”

DD: “No, silly, when I go to university! What will you do without me?”

Me: “Well, I’ll probably curl up in a ball and cry, and then I’ll figure something out. Why the worry?” (heart glowing at her concern)

DD: “Well, there was this ad on TV, and lots of old people are lonely and can go a month without talking to anyone, and I don’t want that happening to you.”

Me: “That was an ad aimed at OLD people, like seriously OLD people! I won’t even be fifty when you leave home! I’ll be young enough to take up a new hobby, start a new business, conquer the world!”

DD: “With your dodgy joints? I don’t think so. I think you crying in a ball is the more likely option, Ma.”

Me: “Yeah, you’re probably right.” (I’ll leave out the part where I plan on dancing naked, strewing beautiful wild-flower seeds all over my neighbour’s perfectly manicured lawn. Old age gives you immunity or something, right?)

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