“Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the
early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of that well known
sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm losing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl” ABBA
“Mommy, hold my hand”, my daughter softly called out to me as we quickly walked
to the airport cashier to pay her travel tax.
