I’d barely gotten seated at the doctors’ office when the receptionist asked, “How old are you?” I smiled and told her I was 22. As expected, she immediately laughed and told me that I looked like I was 15 or 16. I explained that I get that a lot.
5 minutes later, the nurse asked about my emergency contact. I gave his name and number. Then she asked, “Is that your father?” No, it’s my husband.
This kind of thing happens to me a lot. I look young, apparently.
Oh, you’ll be thankful for it when you’re my age! You’ll be grateful for that someday! Continue reading