It’s amazing to see something of me in my baby. Everyone says she looks like her Dad; surely that’s a bad thing? I mean I’m passable as a bloke but I wouldn’t inflict my features on a girl. Let alone my own daughter. Poor thing. And today I notice that she’s inherited the disagreeable fold from under my eyes. The one that makes me look forever tired. And I felt deeply sorry for it. Because I don’t want her to look like me - I don’t want her to suffer my flaws - she’s my beautiful little girl.
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