14. Befriending Me
Tattered pink dress. Tangled hair. Dirty fingers. In my mind's eye, I see a little girl. She is standing alone, nose pressed against the window of an imaginary cafe. …
Tattered pink dress. Tangled hair. Dirty fingers. In my mind's eye, I see a little girl. She is standing alone, nose pressed against the window of an imaginary cafe. …
The little girl that wore pink dresses and loved ballet had a filthy mouth. That girl was me. The glow of the Christmas show was long gone. Nothing…
There are times I think I know what I’m doing in life. I feel confident. On top of things . “I’ve got this.” I say to myself . This…