I want to be optimistic. My psychiatrist tells me I'm a life force. If there is a life force in the room, it is she.
My granddaughter applies Gesso to a canvas. "Yiayia" she pronounces, "this is the best day of my life." "Why Baby?" I ask her. "I never did this before Yiayia, and I am having fun."
"No Baby," I whisper.
"This is the best day of my life."