Today we flew all the way to school, the whooshing sounds of our flight filling the car for miles. I caught glimpses of the world seen through your eyes. The bright colors stung at first glance, but my eyes are adjusting and expanding my view. Tomorrow the robots will come and take us on a … Continue reading Pure Magic
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To Be Called Mother
Happiness is fleeting; we must grab it boldly with both hands and hang on for dear life. All too often it slips through our fingertips and we are left, reaching for puffs of air that whisper and swirl around us like ghosts. Try as we might, we can never will those moments of pure joy to stick … Continue reading To Be Called Mother
My Story to Write 