"You are distorting my sense of age", my twenty-five year old colleague complained, when I informed her that a person she thought of as "old" was just a couple of years older than I was.
"She's just prematurely mature", I replied. Perception of age has nothing to do with either maturity or genetics- the lady we were talking about chooses to act her age, just as I choose to keep the child in me alive.
Don't know which is right and wrong; or even if there is a right and wrong. I just know that I am happy being me.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.