i can’t help but look at you and see everything i ever wanted in a child. and i’m not just talking about the pretty face (more your mom than you dad, thankfully), or the totally rad outfit and bangles that i picked out. no. i’m talking about the brains. the personality. the disposition. the you. [...]
that the you in this photo is exactly the you that your mom pictured when we first heard we were having a girl.
we were somewhere but i don’t mean it the way you think i do. yeah. we were in an auto rickshaw on some street in bangalore, but what i mean is that you were somewhere else in that head of yours. like maybe back in los angeles, playing your piano, or throwing apples into the [...]
yeah. it took me 28 years or so to drive my first auto rickshaw. you? a little more than 18 months. i mean, i don’t think i even knew what an auto rickshaw was until i was 28. seeing you get excited about things you didn’t know existed just a few months ago is one [...]
