Mum's are always right

My Mum always said
“You’ll never get anywhere in life with an attitude like that!”
“You’re out of date,” I said.
“I’ll prove you wrong, you’ll see...”
But she was right all along.
Now I find myself saying the same thing to my 13 year-old daughter
And she says I’m old and out of date too!
But I know I’m right.
You’ll see....

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