If lucky, you grow old. You become an extra, someone in the background of life's movie. That's fine.
Don't look at the camera.
Maybe you walk somewhere, part of a crowd scene, filling in, helping create a visible audience for your granddaughter, who stands on stage holding a mic. She sees you, calls out, "I love you." You now have a small speaking role. You call back.
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