Amsterdam

Alex needs her birth certificate. Talk about time travel. Back to the city of canals, graffiti, bikes, narrow houses with cute gables, Rembrandt and Van Gogh. Where my little girl grew up with her hair gathered like a fountain of white blonde locks atop her head, and she wore pink Converse. We went to the park often, the museums, or she sat behind me on my bike. My little girl has her own bike now, her own passport, her own life far away from Amsterdam or the days of pink Converse. Where does time go?

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