My Imaginary Granddaughter

This is Susu, my imaginary granddaughter. Here you see her portrayed as a plastic doll.

You have to understand the fact that I have no granddaughter in real life. Susu exists only in my old coot’s head. She is in no way real. The only chance I have had at a real grandchild didn’t make the necessary nine months. Probably not even three. There is nothing more to say. If there is a God, it was His decision. The only grandchild I have is Susu. And she’s imaginary.

This is Susu as a digital painting, created with the assistance of digital AI drawing tools. And photos of an anonymous girl on Instagram. And it is not a sad thing. It is a coot thing.

old coot

An eccentric or irritable older person, especially a man, whose views or attitudes are boring or old-fashioned. “Ah, don’t mind that old coot. He’s just cantankerous because he isn’t up to speed with the way of today’s youth. I’ve fully embraced that I’m going to be a stodgy old coot when I get older.“

Some old coots talk to ghosts, dead wives, or pink elephants. I talk to an imaginary granddaughter. So sue me. I’m irascible, cantankerous, irritable, and several other unflattering big words.