When You Forget Who You Are
“I know who you are,” I whisper to my blond curly headed sister and squeeze her shoulders tight. Her eyes water and I pray the words bounce around the cavern of her body and stick deep into her heart. She’s…
“I know who you are,” I whisper to my blond curly headed sister and squeeze her shoulders tight. Her eyes water and I pray the words bounce around the cavern of her body and stick deep into her heart. She’s…