A two headed opera singer of the year.

My son was there.

He wanted to photograph the sunset but he was too late, the parade was almost done.

A woman with two heads and six legs sang opera.

She was good.

Your daughter held a conversation with me.

You were largely busy but absent.

Then you were sitting next to me.

Smiling.

You held my hand in yours.

It was all very confusing.

Especially the opera singer.