The daughter. The first born. The absolute reason for breathing.
In the second year of her life, the adventures don’t seem to stop. She’s going to be a physicist, a doctor, a dancer, a chef, or maybe a telephone operator. She’s exactly herself – not quite fearless, but very observant.
She takes her time – getting to know new places and new people. Just give her a few minutes and then she’s off: smiling, charming, running. The smartest kind of fearless I’ve seen.
She shares – especially her dinner. She’s obsessed with nipples. She laughs so much.