as a young girl


i remember this scene vividly. i remember it being late afternoon. i remember that it was just my dad and i, on a walk near our house. i remember the fluffy mauve-ish cardigan. i remember being lifted up onto the wall for a photograph. i remember being uncomfortable with the scratchy brick and slimy moss touching my legs. i remember being afraid of falling off.
i remember that i loved being by myself with my dad because that surely meant he loved me the best and i think that's really what makes my world go round - knowing that someone loves me the best.