The door opened and there you were. All clad in white giving me your usual morning greetings as you go through your daily routine. Bathing and feeding me had already be a routine to you. After all, how could a 93 year old look after herself? Time had changed me. I lost the vigor and grave of youth. The years of pain and joy of glory and defeat had wrinkled my skin. I have tasted love's torment and wonder. Streaks of white hair crowned my detoriorating head. Time had changed my body and mind. But never my heart.
How many times hve I tried to tell you about my first pet given by dad on my 10th birthday or my first grown-up dress bought by mom when I turned 16? I can't wait to tell you about my first date and my first kiss and the time when Ron told me he loved me and wanted to marry me.
