( a foolish girl, with so little discretion. jessica's mouth narrows into pencil-thin disapproval, to see her children so weakened by a single drop of kindness. how easy it is to poison them into freely giving up their secrets to strangers. were she my daughter, she would have a greater sense of caution, jessica does not commit to text. i would have not taught her to be so guileless. the thought that passes by as quickly as her irritation. )
I am not who she speaks of. I've born no daughter. My second child has months to grow before she'll be ready to enter our world.
it's not too late to change your un to boymom
A complex woman who gave her an impossible gift and tremendous power.
I would have liked to meet her.
HELP
I am not who she speaks of.
I've born no daughter. My second child has months to grow before she'll be ready to enter our world.