I met H. when she was a 12-year-old elementary school girl in a small Japanese seaside town and I was the English teacher at her school.
She's now going on 23, and I feel very old.
She lives in New York City and studies English at a language school there.
Here she is with her boyfriend, in SoHo on a recent weekend.
Watching her blossom as a person and witnessing the wonderful expansion of her horizons has been a rare privilege.
It has softened the impact of the passing years.
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What an eloquent appreciation of the years. The seemingly simple paragraphs hint at stories within stories within stories. Leaves my imagination spinning.
Thanks, Michael.
FA
Thanks, FA, for your kind words and encouragement.
You're an incredibly lucky man to be witness to such a transformation. It's not quite the same as having a daughter, I'd imagine, but it's still pretty nice, indeed.
Yes, that's exactly how I feel about it.
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