And growing up is also a gentle sadness of watching them wither away - their bodies, their intellect, their savvy.
Watching their impatience grow, out of control, like a weed, just taking the nutrients that it needs.
And growing up is also a gentle sadness of watching them wither away - their bodies, their intellect, their savvy.
Watching their impatience grow, out of control, like a weed, just taking the nutrients that it needs.
RE: I tried Mom... Bye.