My sweet sixteen

I’ve always dreamed of having a daughter. I would dress her like a princess and we would play with dolls. I would teach her how to knit and cook and do all the things my grandmothers taught me. We would read, and listen to music and dance together. As she grew up I would hear her talk about her problems and let her cry in my arms when things were too hard. We would fight and scream at each other and then make up with tears and kisses. I would let her use my earrings and necklaces and we would go shopping together. I would be jealous of her friends and hate her boyfriends. She would close the bedroom’s door on me. I would try to protect her from all the pain and suffering and, of course, fail. I would be proud of her achievements and delighted to see her become a grown woman. I would always love her, no matter what.
I’ve always dreamed of having a daughter and that is never going to happen. But when I think about it, I’ve done many of these things... with you. So, maybe I don’t really need a daughter. And even if we’re not going to do some of the things I’ve dreamed of, that is not important. I love what we have.