The goslings are growing up. Their fluffy yellow has grown into the awkward teenage coloration of wet sand. Soon they will look like their parents and fly away.
I found my old passport yesterday while cleaning. The picture didn't look anything like me. There were no lines carved into her face. She looked fresh and ready to go. She was going to London and the year was 2000. She's heavier now and it shows, in her thoughts, her feelings, and in her thighs. That girl almost twelve years ago doesn't know what's coming. The work, the school, the marriage and divorce peppered with video games and alcohol. How could twelve years disappear without a fight? Why isn't there a face cream to restore hope?
That cream is simply a smile dear lady-
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I love my boys. Each one of them was a just happened outcome. It hurts me sometimes that I won't have a baby from a real love.
I hate seeing pictures of me now because I am stone cold shocked that I am no longer who my memory recognizes.
It may have passed without a fight, but the truth is, just because you made this bed, does not mean you have to take it lying down! It'll all work out in the end. Break some windows-