I sent my 11-year old off to California today. By herself. On a plane. For a 4-hour flight. As Lola and I stood at the top of the gangway watching her march down to board the jet -- backpack and violin slung over her back -- we smiled when we saw that each of us had tears in our eyes. My little girl...her big sister....off on an adventure, as usual, but
without us -- her comrades in life so far.
Till today.
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