I wish(ed) for a future.

Nine days after my 50th birthday, I write down what’s on my mind that day: milestone birthdays, obligatory presents, worry, and the question of whether we still listen to one another.

“I’m looking forward to my hundredth birthday. Until then, I don’t want to be merely a reminder of your lovely past. I want to shape the future with you.”

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