Her eyes watching my every move. My parents giving me a look every time I mess up. My brother acting responsible. The phony show we put on. giving and receiving constant reminders of manners.
I’ve become a role model.
I remember mine.
She seemed amazing. We would make snow cones and play Mario Party. She was responsible, had a teacher parent. I wanted to be her. No one would ever be in the same part of my life.
My only hope, to be that for someone.
Aw, you certainly are a role model for at least one little girl I know!