a father's melancholy

I was just thinking, free associating.

I remember, when my daughter was quite young, she wanted to try out o be a model. We found a local branch of an agency and she went for an interview.

The lady who ran the office was obviously selling something other than modeling...and she was so rude Peri that she raced from the place and was unable to speak for an half an hour afterwards. When she finally regained her voice (over some Cherry Coke, as I recall) she reaffirmed her desire to give it a go again.

I was so proud of her. At the same time I wanted to go upstairs and kick the rude woman's ass.

I miss being a father, the opportunities squandered, due to work or divorce.