Blink

I was thirty-six and went to a birthday party for my eighty-six-year-old friend. She opened the door and I hugged her. “Wow! Congratulations!” I said.

“The years went by in a blink of an eye,” she said.

“Please don’t tell me that!”  I knew the feeling: Wasn’t it last month my six-year-old was born? Blink. Blink. I’m seventy-six.