When she suddenly realizes that she has lost her biggest fan, she feels lost.
What’s the point of being on stage, in the lime light, whether it’s playing the piano or getting her work published or getting quoted in the newspaper or filmed on television? Her biggest fan is gone. And she doesn’t know if she has a second biggest fan or who her other fans are. Or if there are any other fans worth getting on stage for.
Blenheim Palace, Oxfordshire, Summer 1992
When my colleague wrote that her late husband was her daughter’s biggest fan, it struck a chord in me.
Celine Dion said that her dad was her biggest fan the day he died.
Just over ten years ago, my father shared what it’s like to be a father to a daughter in an English essay he selected and translated into Chinese. In “father and daughter,” I can see how a father is his daughter’s biggest fan and why he would rather share the beauty of life than its ugliness, even reluctance to divulge what’s inevitable.
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