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What were your parents doing at your age?

Sometimes I try to imagine Mum and Dad at my age, and it always feels a little surreal — like looking at an old photograph where the colours have faded but the energy is still there.

Mum was already dreaming bigger than the world expected her to. She had plans stacked like books on a bedside table — writing, travelling, becoming something a little more than what people thought she should be. Dad, on the other hand, was already deep into responsibility. Work boots on, heart wide open, trying to build something steady even when life insisted on being anything but.

They were younger than I feel now, I think. Braver in some ways too. Falling in love at bus stops and making decisions that would ripple through decades — even if they didn’t know it yet.

And here I am, somewhere between their stories and my own.

I don’t have all the answers they thought they did back then. But I do carry pieces of them — Mum’s quiet determination, Dad’s stubborn loyalty, the way both of them believed that ordinary days could still turn into something meaningful.

Sometimes I catch Dad behind his newspaper, smiling at something he won’t admit made him sentimental. Sometimes Mum still rearranges a room like she’s preparing for a royal visit. And I realise… maybe none of us ever really grow out of who we were at that age.

We just learn to wear it a little differently.

Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋