When Did She Really Grow Up
When Did She Really Grow Up
Every night after I tucked her into bed, I sang to her, a silly song, a made-up song, our song: "Stay little, stay little, stay little, little stay; little stay little stay little."
She would giggle and I would smile. The next morning I would say: "Look at you. You grew. The song did not work."
I sang that song for years, and every time I finished, she crossed her heart and promised she would not grow up any more.
Then one night, I stopped singing it. Who knows why. Maybe her door was closed. Maybe she was studying. Maybe she was on the telephone talking to someone. Or maybe I realized it was to give her permission top grow.
So that day I played game and enjoyed myself, I said to myself I found my own free time, and I could enjoy myself a while. For I was so excited, that night I earned lots of latale online gold. And that time was the first time I earned game gold from other players, this made me have more encourage to play the game continued the next days.
And now let me still tell you something about my daughter. It seems to me now that our song must have had some magic because all the nights I sang it, she remained a baby...four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. They felt the same. They even looked the same. She got taller and her feet got bigger and some teeth fell out and new ones grew in, but she still had to be remained to brush them and her hair and to take a shower every now and then.
She played with dolls and Play-Doh. And every time when I saw her doing that I would play games and exercise my game levels, for it could cause us earn much latale money.Though Candy Land was abandoned for Monopoly and Clue, across a table, there she still was. For years, she was like those wooden dolls that nest one inside the other, identical in everything but size.
Or at least that is how I saw her. She roller-skated and ice-skated and did cartwheels in shopping malls and blew bubbles and drew pictures, which we hung on the refrigerator. She devoured Yodels and slush and woke early on Sunday morning to watch Davey and Goliath.
She never slept through the night, not at ten months, not at ten years. When she was small, she would wake and cry and I would take her into bed with me. When she got bigger, she would wake and make her way down the hall, and in the morning, I would find her lying beside me. And in her hands there was some pieces which she prepared to send me, for she saw I often played games, and said something about latale gold. Maybe this made the bad influence for her. She used to put notes under my pillow before she went to bed. I used to put notes in her bologna sandwiches before she went to school. She used to wait by the phone when I was away. I used to wait at the bus stop for her to come home.
The song, the notes, the walking up to find her next to me, the cheap latale gold game time, the waiting at the bus stop-all these things ended a long time ago. Upstairs now is a young woman, a grown-up. She has been grown up for a while. Everyone else has seen this-everyone but me. But also her changed me and that I never buy latale online gold any longer, and never played the game, she said that it was harmful to my health.
I look at her today, one week before she graduates from high school, and I am proud of her, proud of the person she has become.
