My daughter, my hero

I have no words to describe the feeling I got when I saw my daughter for the first time in nearly seven months. I was in transit for almost 24 hours, I wasn't sure what time it was supposed to be - but boy I was so happy to see her. When I got out of the car and she came rushing down the stairs I new it was the right decision to go visit her. The first thing I noticed was how grown-up she became. She was the one who asked me if I was hungry, do I need anything, can she make me something to drink? She made me the most wonderful chicken salad and best cup of coffee I've had in a long time.

Because she new everything and I was the one not knowing anything, it quickly became clear that the dynamics of our relationship was going to change. She would be hurrying for the subway and I was just trying to stay close. How was I supposed to know that behind those closed doors was a staircase leading to trains parked underneath New York City? I was amazed at how strong my daughter is, it is something I never had the chance to witness here in South Africa. Here it was easy to always know where she was and what she was doing. Now I can only pray that she will make the right choices, and you know what? She is doing absolutely wonderful!I would not have been able at the age of 21 to fly to another country, settle in and make friends. She became my hero ....

We only had two weeks together, it really was too short. Do I plan to go again? You bet. Would I do something's different? O yes, I would definitely book as a hotel for a few nights in New York instead of taking the subway from West Nyack every time. I would still walk forever in Central Park, run in the rain and loose my sandal, struggle with configuring dollars to rands. But most of all I would love to spend time with my daughter again .....

Love you Chanél ;-)

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