I always looked younger than my age. Thanks to my parents.
For the first 25 years of my life, I didn’t think about numbers of my age. There were times when I shocked people with my real age.
When I turned 30, I didn’t like the age figures anymore. I tried to erase them from my memory. I rarely thought about them – on my birthdays or at a doctor’s appointments.
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