I visited my friend Jess today. For years, she had the distinction of being my friend’s step-daughter, but now that friend is no longer a part of either of our lives, and Jess now has the distinction of simply being my friend.
She’s nearly 21-years-old now, a far cry from the 11-year-old I drugged with Nyquil while baby-sitting. She’s also seven months pregnant, and unhappily so.
Today I told her she needed to have photos taken. "You’ll end up regretting it later if you don’t," I offered sagely. "I know I did." (But for what it’s worth, I also had about three and a half more chins than she does.) She was reluctant at first, but when she realized I probably wasn’t going to stop asking, she sighed and let me have at it.
I wish she knew how beautiful she really is!