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I often sit alone and think about you, my beautiful first child. Sometimes I listen at your door as you sleep: the sound of your soft breathing so restful and reassuring- Scribble Scribble Mommy? For the last time, go back to bed!! to me.
Cave Maths over 1 year ago
Irony alert!
Sherlock5 6 months ago
Thus, the first seeds of her fiction-writing ambition were planted.