I don't know how she got to be so wise at age 13.
I don't know how she realizes how wrong domestic violence is.
I don't know if she knows how absolutely blessed she is to have a father who treats her so tenderly and lovingly.
She threw out the calendar of her dream man, the man she had a teenage crush on for over a year, the calendar that she swooned over every night and every morning. The man she insisted she would marry, if, of course, he wasn't attached when she was old enough.
She threw it in the garbage when she found out that he allegedly beat up his girlfriend.
Her crush is over.
I only wish I had been as wise as she at 13; it took me far longer than that.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009