I found a recent picture of my daughter C, almost 16 yrs old.
Can you tell she's mine?
Beautiful
I have such beautiful children, here is one of them.
I wonder how much her interest in grotesque has to do with not really being present through the aftermath of her car
accident - she didn't get the visuals we got. I also wonder why it doesn't bother me to see her like that again - maybe because I know this is just play. Fake blood just looks a whole lot different than a hole in the side of the face appears.
She is my child, after all. I'm sure we could scrounge up a similar enough image of me like that as a teen, though I loathed having my picture taken much worse then.