“It all goes by so fast,” her grandmother said.
Turning the pages of an album filled with faded photographs, Alicia sighed, the clock hands inching slowly towards the end of the weekly visit mandated by her mother.
“You’ll realize someday.” And Alicia nodded, doubting that she ever would.
Janet Yung
I remember doubting that I would ever realize how fast it all goes by. Now I wonder where it went.