Oh, yes. I remember drawing myself up as tall as possible and leaning over slightly to peer into his rebellious, anti-parent smirking eyes. I said, "I need to know the color of your eyes for the police report plus I need your parent's phone number just in...
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Being A Mother
What did I do wrong?Being a mother A love like no other Thats how I feel Love thats so real My mother Didn't feel the same What did I do wrong? Is that my shame? She left us Sleeping babies in our beds Put brandy in our bottles Gave us fuzzy heads Dad came home Found us home...