Firsts
My first steps
My first words
were my mom favorite moments
she lit up like the crystals on the New Years Eve ball in
Times Square
For the next fifteen years I was told to sit down and shut up
When you're three, it's ok to swear becuase you're really impressionable
and let's face it, it's adorable when a three year old says
"shit"
But don't you dare say it when you're twelve, or you might get
grounded
Fine, throw your food, you're only four
you're cute and you don't like green beans
How dare you throw your food! You are a teenager!
What mom?
You laughed when I did it twelve years ago...
am i no cute enough to pull it off anymore?
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