I sit in the car and watch her on the playground. She stands up and all of a sudden I see a 16-year-old teen standing on the stage performing. So full of confidence and fearlessness.

There is something inherently “old” about her red and white stripped t-shirt.

If only time could stop.

She is a force to be reckoned with and as much as we but heads–we laugh together.

Her laugh is striking.

I look at her and wonder what role I have played. I wonder what fights lie ahead of us. Was I ever that confident?
Was I ever that fearless?