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It creeps up on you, the years.

The passage of time.
The slow drip, drip of water.
The tick, tock of a grandfather clock.
The shrill ring that marks the end of another school day.

And all of a sudden it's in front of you, asking "Is it pretty ?"

What do you say to that ? What do you say when in your heart of hearts, your little girl is just exactly that ? Still your little girl.

I said "Yes".