Today during a random search for something entirely different my computer turned up the AIM chat conversation I had with my daughter in June of 2005. (Yes, I copied and saved the entire thing in a word document immediately following the conversation).
It was bittersweet to read. She was nice to me in that converation, curious, friendly. Only time I think she ever was. She spoke as I had hoped she would speak – natural and random and free flowing and inquisitive and such – not like the guarded cool distant way she does these days.
I am glad I found it.