forever young

today, my grandma turned to me and asked, "how old are you now... 15 years old?"

last week, i applied at a little coffee shop in livonia. the manager thought it necessary to let me know that i had to be at least 16 to work there.

whenever i am around the middle schoolers that i volunteer with, too often another leader does a double take then laughs, "oh claire, that's you! i thought you were one of the kids."

it's not a curse, i know. just gotta keep telling myself that.