HelluvaGirl

Mum, Austeja told me that her mother was growing old.

I crack up imagining how I will tell the news flash to my girlfriend who has just started worrying about her skin.

How is she growing old?

I don’t know but Austeja said she did!

You know, all grownups are growing old every day. Me too.

Who am I to be with when you die?

I get serious, lean in and touch her arm.

You will be with your dad then.

Who will I stay with when he dies?

The kiddo’s more forward-thinking than I am.

When he dies, you will be all grown up yourself, with your own kids probably.

I will be scared to be alone!

We will do our best not to die soon, then.