My daughter continues to make me think.
She's 33, but her disabilities keep her a permanent child. Her group home caregivers love her, and call her "an innocent."
She's been sort of a Zen master for me. From time to time she says something that makes me think. A couple weeks ago, she said, "When the cat's away, the cookie crumbles." I'm still working on that one. I'm not sure what I'm going to get out of these words.