The author looked at herself in the mirror and noticed the fine lines on her forehead and wished she had moisturized more often. Wisdom lines, laugh lines… all happy names for Senility’s unwelcome arrival leaving his unseemly mark with his fine tipped feather pen. She pictured him in her mind wearing a crazy looking hat getting his jollies off shouting ‘I’m here, I’m here!’…
Her thoughts were interrupted by her teenage daughter who had now joined her at the bathroom mirror to refresh her makeup. The author noticed how fresh and smooth her daughter’s skin looked until all of a sudden her face was upturned, her features were now stretched and the skin on her daughter’s forehead creased and folded into more than twenty lines. The young lady was trying to get a proper look at a tiny pimple on her chin.
‘Stop that right this minute’, the author shouted, startling her daughter…
“What?!!” the daughter snapped back.
“That – whatever you are doing with your forehead”, she said her long finger drawing imaginary circles on her daughter’s face.
“Mom, you are crazy” the daughter said and stormed out of the bathroom.
She was left alone once again with the lines on her face.
“Wisdom lines! bah! Loony lines that’s what you are”