The abstract numbers that I, with no hesitation, attached to the sunrise and everything around me when I found myself once again conscious lying in bed, are telling me that my daughter, who goes by the abstract name of “Amanda”, is now a teenager. So what!... So what?, I guess there’s something objective in knowing that our planet has circled the sun (that shining thing) thirteen times since I started collecting memories of her, and that based on this fact I can make some predictions about what she will say or do… Yeah, that’s something… Anyway, Time: whatever you are, I hate you!
Mandy, happy birthday. I love you.