Can't Live Without Me

Carenza is back from her school language trip to Paris.  She arrived home without a cold, with all her luggage, with most of her money intact and with a small range of well-considered gifts for us.  She had not fallen out with any of her existing friends and had made some new ones.  Sadly, I have to confess that I think this means she has grown up.  Of course, I shall not tell her this, otherwise she may realise that she doesn’t need me any more. I make a mental note to remind her that it was me who made her packed lunch for the outward journey.  Indispensable.