Real

I can’t get into my daughter’s head. I stop and wonder sometimes about her perceptions of herself, the world around her, and her place in it. 

Sometimes I get a peep inside. A little flash. It came this week in the form of a letter. 

The background to it is that she’s been doing one morning a week work experience at a health spa. Her school’s work experience co-ordinator sent me an update. I read it out to my girl and she was pleased, really pleased with herself.

I’ve read it a few times, and it’s the final sentence, it’s always the final sentence. That’s what gets me. The choice of words and what they mean.

Song is Buzzcocks - Real World. Inexplicably set to images of birds.