I look around now, when my youth gets to my head; when I’m strong and in perfect health, the strength of youth zinging through my pores, and I see the elderly around me. Then I imagine. I imagine the state I’d be in when I’m their age: physical, mental and even spiritual state. I must confess that I, especially, imagine how I would look when I’m their age; how my face would look like;would I be a pretty old lady. Call me petty. Lol.
And then I wonder. I wonder whether or not I’d want my children and grand-children around me when I’m old; whether or not my children and grand-children will even have time for their old and frail granny
Then, I come to conclusions. I come to conclusions about what I would want and wouldn’t want at that age. I wouldn’t want to be neglected at that age…
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