The blonde with the books.

I was recently walking from one part of my job to another, past the wildlife park.

I saw a blonde woman sitting facing away from me, she had some books sitting alongside her and was reading one.  An unconcious calculation told me that I didnt know her.  Probably mid twenties or so. I began to imagine why she would be sitting there alone and came up with the thought that she had probably found a good spot to read quietly with the animals nearby.

I kept walking, knowing that the truck would be there to meet me.

I heard someone say ‘Hey Dad!’ and turned to find that the blonde with the books was my 17 yo daughter.

They do grow up fast at that age!

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