Beau's family was in town over the weekend, including his nieces. All of them were vivacious and beautiful and in their early 20s. Two of them are a lovely combination of Cambodian and Sicilian and other beautiful genes.
They're talented and slender. And as you might have guessed, they get a lot of attention.
We were sitting around the table one evening when the two of them launched into the following discussion:
... and I HATE being called "exotic."
Oh, God, I hate it too.
If I get called "exotic" one. more. time...
My 36-year-old (and still cute, but definitely not 22-year-old) self sat there and smiled.
What is it about the human condition that does not allow us to enjoy life's riches as they're given to us (especially in our youth)?
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