16 Years

You’d be driving the car.

You’d be going on dates.

You’d be making my hair greyer than it already is.

You’d be playing ball, just like your little sisters. Or, maybe you’d be cheering them on. Maybe you’d be more bookish and nerdy than athletic and geeky.

You’d be almost grown up today.

Sweet sixteen. Happy birthday, babies mine. I love you, still.

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