OPINION – Whatever the next day will bring
THE POSTSCRIPT, Carrie Classon
My niece Isabelle is leaving for Argentina, and I don’t know how I’m going to stand it.
Isabelle is an adult, although I don’t know how that is possible, because I remember clearly the day she was born, on an extraordinarily cold day 22 years ago, and surely, I can’t be that old. I arrived at the hospital with a bouquet of flowers and a Mylar balloon that had gone flat because it could not stay inflated at below-zero temperatures. But Isabelle thrived.
I like to think that I have a lot in common with Isabelle, but this is wishful thinking, because Isabelle is a more capable version of me than I could ever be.


