It goes beyond ordinary friendship. A couple of my family members had friends like that, where the pure pleasure and joy derived from being with someone transcended everything, everything, else. I can’t remember it, for myself. I had and have close friends, friends whose company and conversation I enjoy, yes, who I would go out of my way for (for a short while) to see them. But nothing like this, this sparkling enchantment. In a school full of children, she only sees “Mary-Kate” and “Ashley,” only does what they want to do (they don’t like dancing, so the Princess, born dancing, doesn’t want to dance either). I can never remember either doing something or not doing something because of what some other friend wanted. For my father, I have done, but never for a peer. Not as a child, not as an adult.
Back to “Mary-Kate” and “Ashley,” the enchantresses of my daughter’s heart. But I will not blame them for my daughter’s bewitchment. I must accept that there will always be a “Mary-Kate” and “Ashley” in my daughter’s life, if not these two, then some other ones. And I must choose my plots and tactics with care and delicacy.