“What do you think I’m doing?”
I don’t know, dear
Hence the ask.
Quieten your rage, little one.
There’s enough time ahead for that.
Enjoy these years.
But you can’t.
You don’t know what I mean.
But you will.
© wordsfromanotebook / suzie pearson
“What do you think I’m doing?”
I don’t know, dear
Hence the ask.
Quieten your rage, little one.
There’s enough time ahead for that.
Enjoy these years.
But you can’t.
You don’t know what I mean.
But you will.
© wordsfromanotebook / suzie pearson