I’m Suffering from “Momentia”
Clinging to my child’s childhood
I’m listening to music and bagging up the past: my daughter’s old clothes and toys and other stuff. I get stuck on a unicorn pencil case. I know at 12 she’s no longer into unicorns, but it’s in good condition and you never know. Then “Our House” by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young comes on and I burst into tears.