Saturday 15 January 2011

listening....

In the train, on the table next to me, a daughter, perhaps in her twenties, does impressions of other family members for her parents. After a pause her mother sighs and says "I wish I was a Grandmother".

2 comments:

  1. In these small vignettes, we somehow enter other's lives and interpret them.

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  2. Yes, I tried just to say what I overheard, but of course we are creating stories about them almost straight away.

    Thanks for the comment Barb

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