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I feel like this lonely flower...

The mysterious sms messages I have been getting finally made sense. I did not realise she is such a big girl now. She just showed up at the wedding unannounced, after the photo taking session, and asked for me. I was alone with Norman, sorting out the photography issues.

The girl just stood there, studying me. All she said was, “Mother?”

It was so long ago. I never forgave myself for giving her away like that but I was too young to look after a child.

I feel like I have missed out on so many birthdays, so many moments. What do I do? How do I make it up to her?

Am I going to be left on the shelf like a shrink-wrapped, soon-to-expire, piece of fruit?

Maybe.
Maybe I’m too fussy.
Maybe my expectations are too high.
Maybe I’m no longer marketable.
Maybe I’m past my ‘expiry date’.

Maybe.

But.
Maybe I’m overthinking this.
Maybe I should ask him out.
Maybe he won’t be distracted by the many women in his life.
Maybe.

Good news: I found 8 floor staff for the new restaurant, and they all have plenty of  experience and give wonderful service.

Bad news: I have to send them for a course in English, because they hardly speak a word of it. We are not going to be one of those establishments that require customers to learn a new language just to understand the service staff.

Why can’t I have my cake and eat it?