July 24th, 2004

Mama Deb

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In March I went to a bar mitzvah. The boy looked like - well, himself. Your standard 13 year old. Baby fat still clinging to him, more child than teenager, shorter than me. Normal. And I've watched this boy grow up. I've known him since he was 8 days old.

He went to camp this summer. He just came back.

I didn't recognize him. He's. Tall. And the baby fat is gone. And his voice had changed.

*Still in shock*