It's happened. I'm now the wife and mother at the business dinner, observing the young, attractive intern as though I were a sociologist, conducting a study on the dynamics of the participants' conduct. If only I weren't one of the subjects...
All of the relationships and experiences of my past come fleeting back to me, and watching her, I feel like I'm being visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past. And yet, I find myself drawn to her, like everyone else at the table. She's beautiful, funny, and kind, and it's obvious that in the six weeks she spent here, she became an integral part of the group, filling the office with bubbly laughter and youthful optimism... which, on a construction site, is as cherished as it is rare.
Isn't it funny how life unfolds?
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