06/10/2026
There is a specific kind of daughter.
The one who has started doing the arithmetic in the background of everyday life.
How old her mother will be in two years.
How much has already changed in the last five.
How different her grandmother looks in photographs from a decade ago.
She is not anxious about it exactly.
She is just aware.
The awareness sits underneath everything.
Under the dinners and the phone calls and the ordinary accumulation of a shared life.
She has been meaning to do something about it.
She just keeps waiting for the right moment.
This is for that daughter.
You already know what I am about to say.