I miss Alexis from Texas.
I miss her courtesy, her eating habits and her predilection for flying in and out of my life at odd times.
There was a point in my life when I didn't know if I was talking to my daughter or her alter ego. When she replied, "K---'s Mom, K--- is in
Texas visiting my family. I'm Alexis," then I would know.
But Alexis ate chili--my daughter won't.
Alexis loved baths and didn't mind having her hair washed--my daughter would rather have bugs (not that we've reached that point...)
Alexis was polite, didn't argue, and played quietly by herself--my daughter is sometimes rude, says, "No!" before she hears the question, and "Play with me" is her favorite saying.
I miss Alexis from Texas.
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